Seeing everything. Noticing everyone. I am the "evil" one. I am scary. I don't believe this but this is what is whispered. I try to care what others think of me but then I realize that they have no control over me. I am free, with limitations. Boiling inside is anger. My face shows otherwise. Prepare for a smack of knowledge the next time we meet. Looks can be deceiving but your face matches your soul. Ugly.