It hurts.
The years go by.
It still hurts.
I want someone to see me.
See through the mask.
But they don't.
They leave.
The years go by.
Someone sees me.
But they left.
It hurts.
I want to hurt them.
I give over control.
I watch as the village burns.
I listen to the screams.
He is killing them.
It doesn't hurt anymore.