^^^^^^Insensitivity^^^^^^

The angel inside I refuse to let out,
To show my weakness before my strength,
Insensitivity, that's what it's all about,
At least it use to be,
Not any more,
Now I don't fight it like war,
My feelings are weird and confusing,
And I'm really bad at choosing,
If I'm irritated, mad, happy or sad,
I feel I have no heart,
Like if someone tore it apart,
Am I dead, or am I dreaming?
Its weird, I can hear my self screaming,
This is terrifying, it's not cool,
Now I know I've been so cruel,
To other people that's what I meant,
All this time I've spent,
Trying to make myself feel better,
To make myself feel guilty that's what I should do,
Then for once I will be true.