Brisk, Numb, Doubt is me

The thing I do not like about me.

BRISK, NUMB, DOUBT IS ME

The sky is blue.
The air is brisk.
The trees are still.
The earth is white.

My eyes are red.
My mind is numb.
My skin is clammy.
My shell I see, is me.

The season is winter.
Inside and out and without a doubt,
the thing I do not like about me,
is me.