I am not the person everyone thinks I am.
I am not cute and 'smol'. I am not worth protecting.
I am not careful, I am not kind.
I am ruthless. I am untrustworthy. I am lying through my teeth about everything.
I am capable of sending someone through hell and back, just to watch them suffer and burn.
But something tells me maybe I shouldn't.
My heart warns me that it could cause more pain.
But the heart doesn't fucking control what you do, now, does it?
