Summary: A short little poem about what it means for Squall to be a commander and why he chooses to isolate himself from his emotions.
FROZEN
SOLID
I'm frozen
My emotions have run dry
It's not a choice I made
More like my alibi
Commanders cannot grieve
Over the innocent who die
We do only what we have to
There's no time for asking 'Why?'
We convince ourselves we're right
We feed ourselves a lie
Because armies can't have soldiers
Breaking down to cry
Over fallen comrades
When it's time to say goodbye
Author's Note: Yes, another poem. I don't think this one is nearly as good as my other one, but I hope you liked it nonetheless. Btw, thank you to everyone who reviewed Hidden Heartache; I was pleasantly surprised by the response I got for that one. Anyway, the poem is pretty self explanatory I think, but if you have any questions or anything, feel free to leave them in a review or email me (deathbysuffication yahoo . com).