It's bittersweet

I don't know what to say.

"Looks deceive," she said to me, after I explained how she is the sweetest being one could ever meet.

"There is a demon caged in my rips, and at times it will scratch and gnaw, demanding to be heard. I've been hurt and hurt a thousand times over; you see, I could never hurt another, so internally I fight with this monster. It’s like a devil on my shoulder whispering sin into my ear. I've captured my thoughts as prisoners of war, and these battles will never be over. At times, I am bitter. I did not deserve the things I've endured, and now there is a black hole where my month should be, so I cut out my tongue and merely emit positive energy."