tonight i'm burning star iv

My name is Blossom...but I suppose you knew that.

I would hope so, it's probably the only thing you know about me at all.

you dont know a damned thing about me

you know my name, but you dont know who i am

I have long red hair and big pink eyes...I guess you knew that too.

In fact, I'd wager that I can summarize everything you know about me in a single question:

What am I called and what do I look like?

you call me hero; im no hero

you look at me and see a little girl

but im not a child

Does that sound accurate?

If not...you're a liar. You've forgotten that I'm not stupid, far from it in fact.

You could call me intelligent.

i prefer genius

Maybe I don't know you, but I can assure you that you don't know me.

How do I know this? Someone once said learning is my strong point.

Someone else once told me I was a genius.

Neither was incorrect.

ive learned to play the game

ive learned to wear the mask; so well in fact:

no one knows which is the mask and which is the girl

I've probably already lost you, if I have, I consider it a small victory. I didn't ask for your presence.

To be perfectly honest, I don't care if I never saw you again.

youre just another face in the crowd

youre just another parasite, clinging on for salvation

youre just another empty symphony, playing to an empty audience

youre just another death note

But, if I were to tell the truth...sometimes, I imagine what it would be like to be perfectly honest.

The last thing I want is your understanding.

you couldnt understand me

no one has, and no one ever will

i cant even understand myself anymore

where does the mask end and the truth begin

Honesty...is a flimsy, circumstantial notion.

What defines honesty? How can anyone accurately label the "truth".

Afterall, it's been said that the truth has three sides: yours, mine, and how it happened.

But is that all there is to it?

Is that honesty?

am i who i claim to be

or am i who you want me to be

if i cant even decide my own identity

do i even have one to begin with

If I were to tell you what you expect to hear, what you hope to hear, what all logic and reason says you should hear: is that the truth?

Is it honesty if I'm not lying to you?

Is it still honesty if I'm lying to myself?

dont look at me like that, dont you dare.

who are you to tell me what i am

who are you to judge my truth

My name is Blossom, the leader of the Powerpuff Girls.

I'm the good girl of the team, I always do the right thing, even if I don't necessarily want to.

I respect my elders; I'm confident, to the point of arrogance.

I am a hero of justice; I fight to save the world.

my name is blossom, an abomination in the eyes of god

ive buried my own wants and desires, thinking that you can bring me happiness

i hate everything about you, i cant decide how much im worth...i live in constant fear of failure.

im a joke, an artificial lifeform with no rights, no self direction. i fight because i have no other choice

It's so easy to become complacent, it's so easy to just stop thinking.

Most people do the moment they hear my name.

She's a hero, she's a savior, she's a just little goody-goody.

That's Blossom; we love her.

shes our weapon, shes our pawn, lets send her off to do the things we cant

lets watch her rise to the very top...

and laugh when she falls

laugh as she burns

That's the truth, isn't it?

I know you wish it was; some days I wish it was the truth, too.

im tired of telling your truth.