Poetry for the Emotional Teenager

to who it may concern

to who it might concern:

aren't you afraid? aren't you afraid of what i might become? i'm scared. i am scared of what i will become. i'm scared that i'll become a monster. i'm scared that i will rip my life and soul apart, piece by piece, light by light, until i fall apart. i will become scared and alone and i rot by myself until the end of time and space itself. everyone will know my secret, a secret that only you know and cherish.

please, i'm begging you: keep it a secret. i want to bloom like a flower, to fly like a bird, to be swept off my feet by you, my handsome prince, and to live my life to the fullest.

sincerely,

the girl in your history class.