Ever feel like you are a sheep in a herd of sheep but you are the only one who isn’t a wolf in sheep’s clothing? And you see the blood stained fleece but you don’t want to think it’s blood, you want to give the benefit of the doubt? And every time they tear away another piece of you, you just sit there smiling up at them, never saying a word, because you know if you don’t, you’ll lose yourself, and become one of them. And you can’t leave, you are afraid of being alone, afraid of hurting those you leave behind because you love them regardless of who and what they are.