Gray Soul

On the outside I'm fin,
fun, gentle, and kind.
I'm always the one,
to shine like the sun.
Little do they know,
that inside there's snow.
It's all cold and gray,
I store all the things they say.
If you look into my eyes,
you'll see my soul infested with flies.

"Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will never hurt me"

This is what somebody said,
they must be sick in the head,
or one of this sticks,
was too many a hit.
Because all those words they say,
made my soul turn gray.