Borders.

Stop taking me so seriously you strangers, for you do not know who I truly am. You do not know that i fake weakness and vulnerability so that others don't feel so alone in their half hearted sarrows. you don't know that there is no heart that beats inside this tangled mass of veins, it has already been giving to my north star, my great love. you don't know the remorse i feel at the fact that in a different set of circumstances things would be compleatly different, and i would be able to hang the stars in your sky. you underestimate how much compassion and presence are in my being, i just don't take chances when showing it. you have no idea who i am, but i know you. i've seen hundreds of times at hundreds of shows in hundreds of different places. snapping photographs and playing cute, all for what purpose? you are currently martyring me for no worthwhile reason. mostly, you don't know why i do the things i do, and you don't understand that i care about you. no matter what.