I'm very cruel to myself, but they don't think so. It seems I'm thinking more than they do. They calling me an overthinker. "What are you doing?" First question that my villain side asks. All the pain I serve myself. Sorrows that will never be forgotten. They are calling me boring and I swallow it and keep it, all for myself. "Why are you still holding back?" Second question that my villain side asks. My eyes are blinded by those who act friendly. I ignore the reality, they don't like me. I, a fool that's what they made me believe. I close my ears not to hear what they say about me. I'm just