I don't understand people. Myself. As I write this, I wonder if anyone will read it. Would they care? I've had this pain in my chest for a very long time now. It gets worse after every sin I commit. I see the faces of those, not guilty, but their innocent families. I see the fear in their eyes as they try to escape. But they can't. I'm too good. I've been brainwashed since I was young to be a killer. To fear nothing. To feel nothing. Yet this pain is here. My sister is the only one who knew the real me. Now she is gone. I'm alone in the world. Soon I will die and no one will have known me for the real me. Know the reasons for what I did. I fear dying and having no one care. My heart is bursting in my chest and I see life slowly fading away. Now I ask you, do you know me? Know my real identity. I'm a master of disguise and have taken many faces. But do you know which is real?