He smiles, i guess trying to reassure me that his actions wont harm me. When he talks his voice drips with honey, and like a dream, I'm mesmerized; my attention is drawn in. but behind his shield of fake hope and promise is the boy i truly know. behind the voice like honey, the smile like an angels, is the truth. and when he spews it out, it burns like venom, leaving scars where ever it touches. as i cower i try to decide which i would prefer- the fake, loving, fragile one? or the cruel, truthful, invincible one?