This...It looks harder than it is.But that's more than I feel.My shell acts happyin place of me,but none of this is real.You are my blanket, myprotector,my comforter, his replacement.This is wrong, I know itbut my heart is blackas you rackmy mind.But this can't be forever.She runs all day, not takinga glance behindto see me,or anyone else.The colour of red, the seasons of dread.You run to hide, but youcan never hide from this.Become what I fearso I can hate you, so I canexplain to myselfthe real reasonsI'm doing this.
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Also I hate the drag buttony thing :/ But technically I've faved it twice ^^