Maybe I was far too cold than others, maybe my lips shivered and teeth chattering too loudly and quickly. Maybe I pushed others away and kept them at arm's length.

I was far too cold than others, yet my freezing hand had unused warmth. Maybe I am far too Cold than others, maybe that's the unused warmth of my childlessness locked in my inner child, that I hated far too much. I wanted to scream at them; yell at them for being this kind to the world and foolish! "This is why I locked you away!" I taunted hoping to get a reaction out of the child that held a familiar face to mine.
Yet they smiled at me with so much love and warmth, that I cried. "why did you hold warmth I didn't hold, why did you laugh as if you were happy as you were, why did you have what I sought out for!?" "You have warmth and things I don't, you aren't far too cold than others, people are far too cold for you". Maybe I wasn't as cold as I presumed,maybe I just didn't have any place to use that unused warmth.