caring isn't my first nature, nor is it my second or third
it comes in handy sometimes when i am a balloon and people are trying to burst me
but it works both ways
because it hurts people, you see
my indifference
it cuts them like a hot knife slicing through butter, slicing through their exteriors and wounding their soft insides,
their bones, tendons, ligaments and ribcage can't protect their hearts from my cold touch
and it isn't until everything's done and over with, that i start to care

everyone wants to feel loved, cared for, important
and from me, they want emotions