I'm not fearless, constantly misunderstood.
My fear is just beyond the eye.
And yet, it lives in those I see in the reflection on the wall.
Those eyes I wish not to meet as I stumble through the night.
I am disgusting, for there is too much I am not disgusted by.
I fear those eyes that drive me without mind.
I fear these eyes for their lack in remorse.
They are not considerate, nor...