No one knows who I am. Not really. They think they have penetrated my secrets and reached my core. They are wrong. They have reached as far as anyone else ever will. There is a fragile cocoon of secrets and lies wound around my soul, untouched by others. They can think they know me. I won't make them know they are wrong. But I will tell you one thing. There is no way to find my heart.
I don't even know if I have one any more.