This pencil. It is my weapon. With it I can create and destroy as I see fit.

This voice. It is my other weapon. Little daggers that price your heart, mind and soul. With it, I can build. Or I can crush.

This mind. It's my shield. I can let your weapons effect me. I can let it get to me and make me weak. I can let your influences cause me to do what you're dirty little habits do to you. With my mind, you can use me, abuse me. With it, I can deflect your harmful words, or I can let them penetrate me.

This face. It's my biggest weakness no matter what. I could wear my emotions and give you complete control. I can wear a poker face and block you out. Hold it all inside til I explode.

This heart. I can give it away. Let you break it. Toy with it. Tease it. Let you ruin it. No, I'll keep it. Make it mine. I'll never give you the chance to break my heart into a million shattered peices. It'll always be the one thing that'll always belong to me. Never sent out.