My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis; my punishment continues to elude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself.: I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, I always have poker face as my only expression nothing is human inside of me