I still feel vulnerable.
Still weak and fluid-hearted.
Still having the posture of the predator's favourite meal.
I see the beast looking,
salivating as he watches,
contemplating the best moment to strike. I see him.
But I'm too shy to warn him,
too introverted to point fingers at the vigilant mob of lovers who would lynch once he attempts to pounce.
Don't be deceived by my lone nature.
Hater, don't turn yourself into an opportunity for them to prove how much they love me.
They are many. And watching.
Be warned.