Some days find me emotionless and unyielding,

A cold-hearted soldier in battle to maintain my wellbeing,

The gray sky frightening any semblance of feelings.

Other moments find my frightened and fragile,

Round eyes looking to you like those of a child,

Fearful of the large world that runs so wild.

Still yet I awake as a young girl so alive,

The pure endurance of this world my only drive

As I search endlessly for the next way I can thrive.

There are so many more than just three versions of me,

My moods fleeting quickly to more than just cold, childish, and free.

Tell me, when you meet all of them, will you flee?