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.