whatever it is that you think i am, you are wrong. whatever perceptions you have of me, you are wrong. i will change at the blink of an eye just so you don't know me. i will be something you never thought i could be, just so you wouldn't recognize me. i will never be something you can predict unless i want you to be able to predict me. maybe my coldness would give it away. maybe if you could see that i feel nothing, that would give it away. instead i function behind this veil to shroud the things that don't exist. instead i hide the things that i do not have. the hollowness in my soul does not echo a pain that needs to be comforted. comfort is not what i seek. i seek nothing. i feel nothing. i. am. nothing.