No Pathos (Bear the Antipathy, Fight Against the Cold)

I hate cold people, I hate pretentious people

I feel such misery when
staring into the face of apathy
there is this void I want to fill
 but it is never my own and
I am never given the chance
so what do I do, must I shove it all inside?
be the passive victim to pretentiousness
and the bitter cold staring from the countless eyes
that belong to strangers of alacrity
I know that I must not be the only one
a million hearts like my own can take a stand
but will ultimately succumb to the cold