Nishikihebi

I certainly have you all fooled, haven’t I? I’ve carefully painted this mask that I wear day    after        day            after                day… And you think you know me. Well you’re wrong. I’m not some kind, caring person; I can’t be. Because all that I see when I look into that cruel, cold mirror is a broken girl who’s bleeding— She’s bleeding and her eyes are sad and screaming for help but no one’s there to see. It’s a reflection in a lonely room So please don’t tell me I’m this great person, When you don’t even know me. Even as that mas