I looked at the gloomy forest, know what awaits me, yet hoping to never see it. The breath I draw fills me with dread. All that lurks here is Death, Darkness, and the faint apparitions guiding you to your grave; all picked out and made up for you. Lids. half closed, I walk down the path, knowing that it would soon swallow me up. I know this cannot be what was intended. Scorned, that is who I am. I hide behind that face of mine, plastering on a simile, substituting my emotions with the feelings that make me appear as 'normal' so they don't see the real demon hides behind those blue-green or sometimes hazel eyes. How I would hate to disappoint them. That is why I walk this path, because I must hide from them, hide from the truth, hide the disturbing truth from them. I must never sway others to follow me, I must never derail them from their destinies, I can only watch them step into the darkness, and aid them when I must.