It’s the eyes, I think. They’re sharp. Bright. Staring, yet always moving. And I know I never want them to pause or hesitate on any one thing. That look will kill. Bury darkness in my flesh. Draw me under. I will become what I do not want. What I fear most. What I hate, because I already know its potential is in me. Curled under my heart in a tiny black cave, filled with my lies and worst moments.
I could become the monster they fear.
I could come to love it.