There was always a certain amount of safety behind it.

I could pretend, hide my true self--and I couldn't really get hurt. You could try to hurt me, but I could shrug it off and say, "Ha, well, you never knew the real me."

But you knew the real me. I laid myself out for you: a feast. I was raw and vulnerable and it was the first time anyone from here knew...me.

It was a mistake, I guess. You were right, even in the real world, I don't show myself. I've always kept things to myself, I've always had to hide my total and complete identity...because the moment I showed who I was...people left. They ran, in fact. Am I a monster? Maybe. Or just really messed up.

Aren't we all?

Don't worry, it won't happen again. I'll reveal myself to everyone, but I won't let them hurt me.