The bags under her deep blue-green eyes told me we had the same darknessDespite her tight blonde ponytail I could see her messWe made each other's pain hurt less (at least for a while)God smiled the first day I asked her, “You want to hang out at recess?

When you realize your parents are human, that’s when you lose your innocence.

Some kids were afraid of the darkI was too, but eventually I hid in it like a sparkI lit myself but soon disappearedBecause being seen is what I mostly feared

Always have a childlike wonder in your heart, even as your view of the world changes.

The monsters under my bed moved to my head.

I saw the pain in his eyes as he told his storyHis mother was not ignorant to his worryUnnecessarily as a child he told her he was sorrySubsequently as a man the pain was too much to carry