Cold Lakes

I sit in a cold lake.  "Why are you sitting in a cold lake?" They ask. "That's the only way my heart will continue to beat." I don't get sick. I never get sick.  I bathe in cold lakes.  "You might get sick! I tell you, you might get sick!" I tell them I don't care.  I tell you the truth, I'm perfectly fine. My teeth my clatter, and my skin might fade into a cool blue, But my heart still beats. "You're insane, you might die!" They tell me. "No, no. I won't. Of all the pain I've been my heart can tolerate such cold and bitterness. This lake doesn't phase me." They yell get out. I stay in. Reasons behind my meanness, reasons behind my smiles, reasons behind my trust issues, I sit in a cold lake where my heart stays cold and I don't feel for anyone. Anymore.