Lately a part of me has gone colder than usual. Everyone says I have no type of expression on my face, as if my emotions left, but, oh, no, "they are in their proper place." I want to tell them, "sadly."

I, I, I, I.

I wish they could pry me open and see just how much I have -all the emotions that are fasten to my bones.

The only difference is I have mine under control.

Some people are cotton dolls drenched in gasoline, then torched alive by emotions.

I am a simple lantern with everything burning inside.

That has always been my problem.