You laugh and joke. You put on this sinister mask, but this is just someone you want to be. While you seem nice, you have your own evil demons. And there's just those moments when I make brief eye contact with you that somehow give me a glimpse to the monster you are. You've fooled me for a split second, you are skilled in the art of getting someone to like you, adapting to me and observing how I talk to people. But while you almost got me for a second, I caught on. And you don't like me for how I've been able to easily push your tricks away. To be honest I'm fine with how you don't like me and how I don't like you. And while you've realized it's pointless to try and win me over it also drives you crazy that I can see right through this facade. Its interesting to see a boy acting like a man. And when you think that there isn't anyone who has noticed the boy in pain hiding behind a big smile and wide eyes—I have and I'm watching. I understand why none of your previous relationships have worked out and why the one your in won't work out either, she's too good for you. You stand in solitude for short moments with your shoulders slumped. Your frustrated huffs give way to the image thats pops in to my head of this sad kid. For split moments, I feel bad for you but its hard to feel bad for a monster all of the time. I hope whatever haunts you, stops haunting you. Maybe then you'll become the person you so desperately want to be.
