It hurts me to lie to you everyday. It hurts me to watch you get to know someone who doesn't exist. Yet I continue just to watch and hide the truth from you. You continue to talk to a false door unknowing of the monster behind it.
I'm afraid one day you will realize and open that door, or that demon will one day open it. The demon will not be directly there, it will be hiding in the dark room hoping you don't turn on the lights and stupidly walk in the dark for it to attack.
If you were to turn on the light the demon would burn, but you would see the words he wrote on the wall which are hateful. I don't want you to be treated that way, or the demon somehow go behind your door and turn your room dark. For it spreads like a disease with no permanent cure, only temporary shots of pain to the body.
I only ask if I give you the key to the locks on that door, that you never go alone. I still wish to shelter you from the real me...
I just wish to shelter those who may be scared of the real me...
