Look at me. I am the one who's been hated by many. They didn't know. I also have my stories. Look at me. I am the one who's been betrayed by my peers. I am the one who's been denied and lied to. I am the one who's been left behind by my lovers. I am the one who's been wounded by love and trust and affection and lust.
Look at me. Do I look happy? I do. But not really. I may seem happy but I also bleed with red and shades of black blood running through my veins, clamping my frozen heart. Look at me. I don't give a shit for what you see. I am who I am because of what I do and what I believe.
Look at me. I just came from my seven minutes stay in hell. And I look forward to share what I have learned and discovered when I slayed all the demons that kept haunting me in my dreams.
Look at me. This is the shadow of my pain.