"So, why do you hide your real self from everyone?

" She asked as we sat on the

sidewalks just across the sea.

"What do you mean?" I inquired as I continued smoking. "The world sees you as this
fabulous fuck-up, but why don't you ever show them the person you are with me in
these quiet moments of night?"

"I am just afraid that they won't like what they see. It has happened before, and
knowing me -- it will happen again," I plainly stated and burned out my cigarette.

"What do you mean?" she asked as the gushing sound of waves filled the
surrounding. "If they like me for my honesty, then it soon becomes rudeness. If
they like me for my caring, then it soon becomes possessiveness. If they like me
for the sensitivity, then it soon becomes overwhelming for them. You get the
rhythm?"