The Creatures
They tantalize and tease me,
They won't let me be.
Every time I get rid of one,
A new one comes in and I want to run.
But that's not what I do.
I stay, and I like it too
For a while
Until I lose my smile
And these things bring out their claws
And point out all my flaws.
My heart falls completely out of my chest
And I can no longer get any rest.
They stick out their fangs
Until my head just hangs,
Completely defeated,
Terribly mistreated.
These cruel things just take my happiness
And leave with no regrets or sadness.
I'm left all alone,
It's the coldest feeling I've ever known.
And who are these awful creatures?
These things with the worst of features,
The ability to lie and hurt with no remorse.
Boys, of course.
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