Cold Eyes, Warm Heart

I walk
with cold eyes,
but my heart
still burns.

Don’t confuse
my calm
for weakness.
It took storms
to get this quiet.

I don’t shout.
I don’t explain.
I don’t beg
to be seen.

I know who I am
and that
is enough.

People love
the loud ones,
the ones
who perform pain
for attention.

But I learned
in silence.
I rose
without applause.
I bled
without witnesses.

My smile?
It’s earned.
My fire?
It’s hidden,
controlled,
waiting.

They ask,
"Why so distant?"
I answer
with actions.
I stay silent
not because
I fear the world,
but because
I don’t owe it anything.

Let them guess.
Let them talk.
The real ones
don’t need to explain.

Cold eyes.
Warm heart.
Steel soul.
That’s me now.

And if that
makes me dangerous
good.
I didn’t come
to be safe.
I came
to be real.