You will see the calm me but you are too shallow to see the real me. I’ll appear to you as you want to see me but you’ll never be able to see the real me. I’m a chameleon.

I change faces. But no, i’m not a hypocrite. In every single face, in every single mood, in every single expression you see, you’ll find glimpses of the real me only if you’re not too blind. 

I don’t respect most of you, I wouldn’t like you either, but I’ll continue playing the game. I might even appear concerned to you but what the hell, why would I care or feel your pain when I can’t feel mine? You would love me, I wouldn’t care.

Love is ambigous. It holds very little respect in my eyes. It’s a mockery. It’s a fool’s game.

I may sound heartless but there’s nothing wrong with feeling the way I feel. At least I’m honest. If you are too, you might be able to see the real me.

Don’t judge me, don’t make a smug face. You cannot know me. You have no idea. Don’t give yourself false hopes. I’m too deep for you. You’ll just drown…