Siena

Siena

 

He is

 

            a nice boy.

           

                        He asks me

 

how I am.

 

            I say that I’m

                        fine.

 

But am I, really? I don’t know.

 

            I try to be nice to him too.

 

It’s hard though,

            when something so

                        evil

            lives inside of me.

Evil isn’t nice.

 

It haunts me. Controls me. Feeds off of me.

           

            It is part of me.

 

 

 

Kevin

 

            is sweet.

 

He is worried.

                        He doesn’t believe me

                        when I say “I’m fine.”

 

He thinks he wants to know what’s bothering me.

 

            He’s wrong.

 

 

 

 

 

My mother

 

            is gone.

                        She works a lot. My father

           

is dead.

 

Dead to me anyway.

 

            He left when I was five.

                        He

                                   just

                                                left

                       

                                                            me

           

                                   here.

 

 

Mom loves me, though.

           

            She cares about me.

 

That’s why she works so much.

 

            She doesn’t notice my sadness, though.

 

But how could she

            when

                        she’s

                                    always

           gone.