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Stone cold
I’m cold
So very cold
I have been called that again and again
By all the important people in my life
They say I am a block of ice
A tall, wide, freezing cold block
Yet why does that have to do with anything
I’ll find someone who can turn me into something they love
But time and time again that seems to be an issue
They say I am too brittle
They say I am too stiff
They say I am too broad
They say I am too emaciated
They say I am too cold
Yet they say I melt too quickly and fall apart
No matter what I do to change myself into something that someone wants
No matter if I change the way I look
Whether I lose or gain weight
Whether I completely destroy myself and rebuild from scratch
The same thing comes up again and again
I simply have too many problems that no one can handle
Why can’t I be loved?
Why can’t I have a love like Galatea?
Pygmalion sculpted her and loved her so that Venus herself brought her to life
Why can I not be like her
She’s smooth, beautiful, expertly designed marble
With hints of white, grey and rich gold
Yet I am just a plain disgusting block of ice
Whoever said that even blocks of ice can be chiseled into something beautiful
Obviously never met someone like me
Not everyone can find beauty
Maybe I should just melt away into a murky, grey puddle on the sidewalk after
An April storm so maybe someone could love me
Even if it’s just the worms
Having too many flaws or unfavorable traits can make it hard, even impossible, for someone to truly accept you for who you are.