Square

The sun is up, bright and blinding to my tired eyes
The daylight's no excuse for the cold winter
Beneath the layers I'm clothed in
Behind the masks, I'm feeling
Cold, and I'm shivering
The weather's unforgiving but nothing's really new
It's been this way for most of my time here
The walls keep coming closer to me
They hug me so tightly
So I feel warmly suffocated
The triangles that form a square are just
Fragments of a thing trying to keep itself together
If we could just see it for what it is
Life could be so much better
So can I be real with you?
Before someone tells me that I have to be a square again
How 'bout you take a second look at the pieces within;
The shapes, the lines, and the angles
That make up a shattered quadrilateral
I can hardly remember what it feels like to be comfy
In a weather that drowns my frowns
And blows my mind (in a good way)
The prickling, icy, fierce, unfeeling season's never-ending
Perpetually tormenting my being
The triangles that form a square are just
Fragments of a thing trying to keep itself together
If we could just see it for what it is
Life could be so much better
So can I be real with you?
Before someone tells me that I have to be a square again
How 'bout you take a second look at the pieces within;
The shapes, the lines, and the angles
That make up a shattered quadrilateral
One day the sun will shine and it won't be cold
And I will be free to swelter in the heat
I'll be tossing layers and the glue
Welding my walls shut will finally melt
It will be warm outside and I'll no longer be shivering in daylight