What do you see when you look through your own mind's eye? When you look at a body moved by a heart and mind so different from yours and pass judgment? Contempt for the things done and reactions had, there's a belief that your own burning heart holds more; that I was meant for a life somewhere else. Looking at you, I see myself alone and well. My heart begins to blaze, and with it comes certainty. In truth, I see my own insecurities prodded like live nerves through what you've accomplished and what you will. There is no righteous fire around my heart: it's a handcrafted bomb that I'm holding together with my own desperate hands. It feels that way, but for you I'm trying to diffuse it.