She was pretty and by pretty i don't mean like the anorexic models on magazines or the copy cat girls we see in the New York city streets just waiting to find a guy to sell there body no she was beautiful and her inside light grew brighter than the outside one her personality brighter than the sun so just by instinct i tried to put it out make her like everyone else I'm the villain in this story yet all she did was try and get me help so I lied so she wouldn't help the real me now the real me i don't know who that is no one has ever met her I've seen it a few times I cant tell whats actually me and which personality trait I made up for people to see lies are all that is left of me and I want to explain this to the girl with the shining light but all she would do is scream because i tried to torch her light but just like a candle it wont stop flickering