• With sticks and stones and hurtful words,
    I've become the 'ice queen.'
    With truth and lies and... small despise,
    rest assured, I always would be

    but yesterday, I wanted to say,
    how much I adored my friendship.
    I came to see, a word from me,
    was blocked; internal censorship.

    I questioned myself at my pause,
    I reasoned that I had no clause.
    For trust from a friend I always had,
    and in their presence, always glad.

    I then realized, with dismay,
    there is a word I cannot say.
    Because my past hurtful glee,
    the word is unspeakable to me.

    And now, I fear, I must admit,
    I need to recover a little bit.
    Without this word I can not see,
    the love my friends bestowed on me.

    Now I'll learn the word's ability,
    to mix compassion, fear, and anxiety.
    Soon I'll learn the word's rightful tune,
    'love'... might not mean the same as 'doom'.