I'm so cold.

And I shake without meaning to. 
And my teeth chatter.
I know that they are trying to say the words
that I can’t bring myself to say.

And even if it was hot.
I would still shiver.
I would still shake.
My teeth would still chatter.

Because there will always be words,
that I can’t bring myself to say.
And I’ll shiver,
Because I’m never comfortable
In my own skin.

Maybe,
I’m not comfortable with myself,
Because I leave so many things unsaid. 
So many words left,

Trying to break through a barrier of teeth. 

Author's Note

I wrote this really quickly. I'm not to fond of it. What do you think?