Being left is my only scare,
Being alone never bothered me
Being cold makes me happy
Being held makes me worry
All the things can turn me into a monster
Worrying,
Makes me feel like a burden.
Happiness,
Makes me feel alone.
Being alone,
Makes me feel cold.
Being Cold,
Makes me happy.
And everything comes to a full circle.
But not just any circle,
A circle of emotions,
A circle of doubt,
A circle of envy,
A circle of life.