I hate the way he smiles;
It never ceases to exist
I hate it when he laughs;
It really gets me ticked
His overly optimism
Really gets to me..
If only happiness were a sin,
He'd be buried six feet deep
Oh, how I hate his determination
All to make me smile
I force myself to look away
And cast him off mile by mile
How can it be?
That someone as he,
Can hide all the darkness
With a mask of light that only goes skin-deep
No one else notices,
But I can't help but keep track
Of the boy so dark,
Wearing his enlightened mask
I hate the way he smiles
I hate his stupid remarks
But what I absolutely despise,
Is the way he wormed himself into my heart.
A/N: Here's just a nice little poem I wrote for BBRae. I hope you liked it! Also, Night of The Hunter will be updated soon, I promise!