people only call me kind
because i'm good at pretending not to be evil

people only call me happy
because i'm good at hiding my feelings

and people only call me smart
because i acted like it

the truth is

i'm evil
i'm sadistic
i love pain
and i love inflicting pain.

i'm full of lust
i wanna do things
things that are  beyond imagination
evil things
i might love your soul
it's just i never told
that i want you entirely
your body, everything
call me pervert
at least i'm being honest.

i am sensitive
i ached on every single
words all of you threw at me
deep inside i have a volcano
filled with magma of hatred
but i chose to let it go
i chose to let it cool by itself
because i know no one cares if i get mad anyway.

i pretend to be smart
because i want to fit in
to be part of the society
even though how ****** up the community is
i pretend only to
to fulfill everyone's hope
about my so-called intelligence.

i'm just truthfully fake, i guess.