"Act your age," they said.
But they don't know a thing.
I don't call for the termination of my fellow passengers for no reason.
There's a method behind my madness
My sick, twisted mind.
They don't see the real me when I tip my cap over my eyes
The cap that I've had for 200 years
And revisit horrifying memories they couldn't possibly imagine.
So don't tell me to act my age.
I'm stronger than I look.
And much, much older.
But they don't know.
They never will.