He's the little boy with glasses on
Wearing the same clothes every week...

Crawling in my body, it's a demon that won't leave
A slayer so well hidden, destined to deceive...

Across the room they seem to see
A smiling girl who looks like me...

They look in my direction
But they don't see a thing...

I don't know if this poem is any good... I'm just...
I thought things were good now...

A heart he stole away from me
Right from my bleeding chest...

**First poem I've written in a while, so it may be...
Protecting Myself From You...

Haunting every feeling
Leaving cracks upon my heart...

Never thought that I would find
The one who'd steal my heart...

I'm not writing to yell at you
There's just something I must know...

Look away
Act as if it isn't killing you...

*This poem is about the views of two different...
Dear Diary...