Metaphorical Poem

The appearance of a shy yet friendly person
With a mind ice cold but fiery
Bearing a trapped soul calling for help
Three aspects so different
Yet existing in one
Covered by the cold exterior of an emotionless robot

A light and easy character is the first people see
Smiling to the people who pass by me
A sensitive and easily intimidaded fellow
Bearing a lively attitude despite my appearance
Friends come up and talk to me
It's the one thing I live this time of the day

When day turns to night and people leave
What's left is the nightguard that sees the night
The one I hold no regard of health or pain
Remaining cold and sadistic for this person
My thoughts churn suffering and madness
No regret of this person in the current mindset I hold

And yet, the depths of my being is a child's soul
A soul who once saw the world in an innocent perspective
Before shattered and killed, ruined and broken
By the man who commited the child's sorrow
Plunged in the depths of this emotionless body
The soul waits years to be freed from the prison

To exist with three different characters
In a body that only reacts to the one in power
To smile out of joy
To laugh without a heart
To live a shattered soul
Until the body itself releases me, this is how I remain