; I have grown up on the idea that I would burn
if I left the comfortable shelter
of my darkness
. In a cloak of night
I am safe
. Now you would aid my enemy
in penetrating the protective walls
hardened by my childhood
I am content to be alone, to keep myself to myself, and I don't need you to dissect my mind. Would you open these wounds so that my soul could bleed onto you? I should caution you that it will stain your pretty dress. But if I have no soul, no one can take it from me.
I'll never have to go outside.