The thing about you is that I just don't know. You're a mystery Mr.S. I don't know if I should be afraid of you or if you're just sincerely nice and it's society making me believe that you're a bad person. Part of me screams to run away, to start running and never turn back but then that other part of me wants to know you better. The other part of me wants to see who you are. I'm a curious when it comes to you Mr. S. You're a mouse in a room full of lions. and I can't help but to wonder who you are. I want to know you even if it ends up hurting me in the future.