I pretend to not care about people. I watch their pain without taking action. When they suffer, I detach myself. If a situation arises that piques my concern, I shut it down.

The truth is, I do care. I care about so many people. I see them wandering through their lives and wonder if they feel the same pains that I feel. I want to know their secrets. I want to give them peace and prevent them from feeling fear.

Still, I mask this feeling, because I am afraid that if they see any compassion in my soul then it can be used against me. I see their pain and deep down I feel that the only way I can avoid feeling said pain myself is to not form any attachments.