hurricane of lies

I believe a lot of things have shaped me into a strong individual. Yes, my cruelty is cold and I am a hurricane of lies when I need to be, but I am not worthless.
Sometimes the world tries to swallow you whole, with pretty boys and nightmares, even a smouldering fire.
But, these days are passing just so, and I once remembered a time when I was nothing, now, now I am something.
—  More than I can say for you, s.e.s