I am fire, and they are ice....but not for long.

I burn with a single glimmer of hope, I base my life on the beauty and kindness of others. As of lately, there have been so many blocks of ice deflecting my movements, preventing me from finding the food that I need to survive. Preventing me from growing and becoming brighter. Preventing me from finding myself, preventing me from becoming something so beautiful, I still can't even comprehend it myself. But they don't seem to understand, they are ice, small particles of frozen water, and I am fire. It will be difficult, but I will devour their harsh cold hearts and at the end of it all, I will become who I am supposed to be, the attempt of the cavemen to the modern day business men, I will become fire.