Calloused. But aware.
I compensate to operate
The harsh realities roll right off
Bouncing onto a less affected life
Sloughing off the excess
So I may continue this journey
Unscathed by what I see and hear
Tasting grey is all that's left
Memories swirl in but are faded
Like newspaper behind glass
I touch but can't feel
I cry, but I shed no tears
I am dried out like a well
Parched but not thirsty
Alone to take it all in
To share with no one
Calloused. But aware.