You ask such penetrating questions. They pierce me like arrows to expose what is inside of me. I don't want anyone to see inside, and I don't want to look for myself either.

I'm fine with myself as long as I don't have to see what is hidden inside my heart. If you persist with your questions, I will become angry to try to avoid feeling afraid. I may attack you and cut you like a knife.

I will keep my back turned to you until you come to me on my terms and act as I want you to.

I know your questions have pierced me and I still feel the pain.

I'll try not to think about it.