I feel like my inner self is the site of a battle between empathy and indifference. The red muscle on my face is half of a heart. This heart that seems to be taking over and spreading represents empathy, an overwhelming, sometimes questionable, dilapidating sense of empathy. This empathy I sometimes confuse with guilt and vice versa. It's an empathy so strong that I feel it sometimes pushes me towards an other side; a much darker side. I know in my heart that being indifferent to the world and the people in it is no way to live; and so the internal battle continues.