He has danger painted on his lips
and a terrifying truth hidden under his bed.
And I'm the only one who knows
he got a tattoo for his thirteenth birthday
that makes his skin look like it's
girls say he's the hottest boy in ninth grade.
He's burning up.
But he doesn't care for them
because he's secretly in love with Sam
[who, obviously, doesn't have a clue].
No one does.
But how long can you keep your secrets, pseudo-boy,
before you lose yourself?
He takes a look around him
and destroys as many people as he can
so he won't be hurt