|Every day, I can't bear it. The pain within is too great. It makes me want to disappear and remove my existence from this world. I am but a shadow, a spectator, one who has been consumed by the dark flame of erraticism and hollowness. Time and time again, I spectate, and watch, as those around me are able to fit in, without inhibitions, without their penetrating thoughts consuming their entire being. Their presences have not been tainted by sin, and so they can garner positive reactions from the people. Although I wish it weren't this way, my aura is off-putting, and people can detect it very clearly, so they stay away. My mind may not steer towards the evil side, but it does not matter|
Because of the pain etched in my soul.