Pop

I hope it hurts. I do. I want everyone to suffer because you don't know what it's like. I said I would make you care. 

Here you are. I'm like a cat, I like my baths and my beams to balance on, I prefer myself, my nook, my perch, just me. Humans feed me, but we're not friends. Look at my eyes, we are not the same. If I start hissing at you, step back, I will absolutely pop the blood out of your face.