On the outside, I'm laughing. On the inside, I'm screaming. Can anyone hear me or have I become so successful in my disguise? Someone, pierce my walls even though I don't want them to crumble. I'm still just a scared little girl in a woman's body. I push everyone away because I don't want to be hurt again.
Can anybody hear me? Or have I tricked everyone already? On the outside, I am the crazy one. On, the inside, I'm dead. Can anyone tell the difference between a living undead and a dead undead? Perhaps it's time to meet the real maker, that way I can throttle him/her for creating me in the first place. If no one can hear me, than I'll continue being the con I am. I will become so good that I will convince myself I am the outside one. The inside one will be crushed because it'll never come out. The sane one is dead. The crazy one has barely begun.
Teijal stared at the words for a long time remembering when she wrote that. Quietly musing, she closed the book and looked at the fire. Looking at the sleeping human in her lap, Teijal placed the book on the table. The vampire pulled the human closer to her and mumbled, "You heard me."