Getting Warmer

This ice box that I live in, has become much colder then it was.
I don't know because, all I know is why,
I ask myself that question all the time.
Sigh, a relentless feeling of distress, but, non the less,
this feeling of bitterness, the chill from the walls,
breathing in with the halls, I'm powerless to nothing,
becoming greater, and greater with each day passing.
Laughing, I don't do much of that anymore,
I used to but, my heart has been torn.
Worn down, and abused by those who said they cared,
flash backs of memories that we shared,
naturally became scared of trust, but I must keep holding on like the morning sun.
Because I know that these walls of ice, can be melted down,
and turned into a home, by the right one.
How long must I endure the cold?
Is my heart to heavy to hold,
or should I mold myself into something I'm not?
Oh, I almost forgot, you like that sort of thing.
Releasing frequency from your lips only capable of shattering dreams,
but it seems I'm a bit wiser then I was before,
and no more will I allow for these walls to freeze me inside.
You can find me on the corner of humility, and pride,
taking some deep breaths.
I release the stress.
Then remind myself, I'm no better then the rest,
but,
I'm the best.