The heart never beats

Never say you know me well, because you don't.
Never say you think you know me, because you don't.
Never say I'm just a little girl, because I'm not.

I have become so malicious, I'm truly savouring it.
Even if it may come with a price that I know so well of.

Fear never rings out any more. I have forgotten what it is.
My main aim in existence is to merely despise and hate, to succeed and busk in the failures of others.

I have become the shadow of a human's heart. I do not know what feelings are.

You may think you've won the battle by ousting me, but do not think that way.
I have seen the world more that you have lived, even if you ARE older than me.
I have known hatred, known malicious intent, known death so well, people your age and mine won't.

I'm not alive and not dead. I exist in the world of "nu".

This is my challenge to you. This is my hatred for you.
I will live for myself, live by myself and for no one else, and you won't get to me.
You won't need to know me, won't need to understand me, you merely just need to walk to your death.
Pursuing the whatever dreams you have, trampling upon my feelings.

I will bite back now, and hard, I will put on this facade of emotions as I lure you in.
But I will tell you, you do not know the me beneath. Because you can never feel like me.

Because you're not me.

And hence, my heart will never beat, because it will not show compassion to you.
Back stabber.