A/N: I wrote this quite some time ago. Chachi and I got this crazy idea of posting it on here and letting you decide what "IT" is. So please read and review, on your reviews leave your opinion on who or what you believe IT is. I will contact the person that is the closest and further details will be discussed.
It
It's like a plague
That consumes my thoughts,
Blurs my head and runs through my veins.
How can something cause me pleasure,
While it puts me through so much pain?
To It I'm a slave,
Tied down, embraced, with arms like chains.
The more time that passes
The more my heart is left with irremovable stains.
It makes me feel like I'm above all,
No matter how high I go, I will never fall.
How can It bring me down,
Yet fill me up with pride and make me stand tall?
I won't listen to anyone's opinion when they call,
How can something that makes me feel so good
Ever hurt me, at all?
They say It's filled with lies
And when It leaves me
My heart will turn to solid ice.
That no emotion will be seen,
Not even through my eyes.
That no one will be able to hear
Or pay attention to my silent cries.
That when It's done with me,
That good feeling just dies.
A/N: Well I hope you found this worthy of your time. Please read and review, and remember to leave your ideas as to what "IT" is. Hope to hear from you soon. Bye