Let me try to explain

I am bare and I am transparent. I am showing off the repulsive side of a girl. I am letting people know of my schemes and my bad fair trades. I am feeding them scoops of mini demonic thoughts. I am channeling them programs of the good in evil. Nobody's stopping me, no one seem to mind. I look plain old pure child to them. Let me tell you what I feel. If I could whisper my thoughts to you, I'd burn your ear with the heat from my mouth. And you would not be able to know it. To even come close to it. Let me tell you what I feel, I say again, but only three words, the opening, your eye would run out wide and there would be gaps through your upper and lower lip. You would not be able to think properly, you would not be able to find peace in the few places you had use to find one. You would not be the same. So, how do I tell you this; I don't.