This cold and bitter me

What have  I become?
Painting as I walk along
Metaphoric melancholy melodies
Pictured just before my tongue...
...Its just that...
My fear has never quite abated
Of becoming what Ive always hated


A subsidiary in advance
Love will not find me blind
And im afraid that I will simply
Slip into another mind
Walk off
And on cold and callous bare feet
Kindly be unkind to you
Until some other destined distant time
In which to meet