"I grew up some sort of monster, some sort of ghost."

Not the kind of monster that hides under beds and awaits their victim, but a monster without a voice. A monster that couldn't speak. Only abused, demonized, and misunderstood. Under the face, the hood of a pretty girl, I am a darkness. I am a void. A collection of knowledge, a bunch of photographs disorganized. My True Self long gone, breeded into a psychopath. A disgusting mess, bathing in sunlight, taking in the green. Life is silent. My mind is not.