Poetry at 16. Fairly self-explanatory.
You live inside my head, causing me much pain and sorrow.
Sometimes I wish you were dead, so I could just get through tomorrow.
When you speak to me, my heart beats so fast.
You make all my thoughts free, and everything done in the past.
People ask me: “How can you say, you love a person before you know him?”
And I answer: “The very same way, you can hate a person before you know them.”
What I fear the most I know is true, the person who lives inside my head just isn’t you.