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I feel I can no longer content myself this way.

I smile, crinkle my nose, nod wildly,

and it gains me praise,

compliments.

But that is all arbitrary,

as those are only words.



What will words get me?

Money? Fame?



No, in my own experience,

words get me nothing but cynicism

and thinly veiled anger.



Now, at 24, I have come to understand my predicament.

I have tried so hard to not feel a thing,

that when I want to, now that it's become imperative,

I simply can't.



I have no pity, no remorse...

instead, the emotions I wish I could throw away,

along with my own incessant need for... something...

these have become a paramount part of who I am.



I try so hard to deny attraction,

to smile and no scowl.

To be one of the crowd.



My little acts will get someone hurt.



I will ruin your life, stay away from me at all costs.