I just don't know what to think anymore.

I mean, I used to be happy.

I wouldn't mind.

I just wanted that feeling.

The feeling.

That you have met someone important.

Even if it wasn't true, I didn't care.

But now...

One imposter. That was enough for me to believe you.

But now...

I'm not sure.

Before all this, before everything...

I was different.

I was, and still am gullible to nearly anything.

You say you're "them"?

I believed you.

But, it's all so over whelming, I find it hard to process it.

Because, before I ever knew any of this, I was blinded.

I was innocent.

I was in the shadows of the world.

But now, I have learned so many things.

I wish I was still in darkness.

The world is not what I thought it was.

People cut.

People lie.

People cheat.

People kill.

People do bad things.

I didn't know of this, not in darkness.

I thought the world was perfect.

I didn't know that you can't walk to school by yourself anymore.

I didn't know that I had to fear for their lives when they were depressed.

I didn't know.

I didn't know.

But even after learning the truth, I still tried to hold some of the innocence I was losing.

I wish I could remain gullible.

This is why I believed you.

This is why I'd push the thought that nagged at me aside.

This is why, for you, I would pour out my feelings.

But now, I fear...

Have I to fear? Of you? Crushing me?

I wouldn't care. I just wouldn't care.

Because there was only one of you.

But how many of you are out there?

How many of you have lied to me?

Which one is not like the others?

I will talk to all of you.

Everyone of you liars.

Because I would hate to hate on the real thing.

Dear impostors.

Do you know what tears you drive me to?

What ache in my heart you give me, burning me to be so close to the real thing?

What pleasure do you find it.

Gaining fans as a lie.

In fact, they aren't even your followers.

You made the account. You brake the hearts.

But their not yours.

Is this your game?

Do you find pleasure in the hate you give others as others give you?

Why do you smile as you tell others such a lie?

Are you as a vampire? Feeding off of hatred and dying bliss?

Do you feel no compassion for those who die to meet the real thing?

I just don't know anymore...

I just don't know.

Dear impostors.

Stop.