One I trust
Apart from the rest
Held in esteem
Never uncomfortable
There is a type
I should have recognized
Acting like the elite
Oddly separated
Starts with help
Coming to you
As you expect
You knew I would
Quiet, that's me
Shy
Dependent on praise
Lifts up my day
Take it slow
Tickles your brain
Knowing to fast
Will show your hand
Praises daily
Addicting to me
Depending more
Using less of me
Influence is drastic
Friends try to intervene
Blow them off
Keep listening
Day after day
Time after time
I fall
You catch
Pace quicknes
Growing need
The opening arrives
Move in, breath held
Hair rises on nape of neck
Ignore it you croon
Immersed in your world now
Friends alienated
Classes missed
None notice
Weeks gone
Mail piles up
Semester ends
No sign I exist
Missing person
Name on a poster
Tears fall down cheeks
Eyes dull
Just what thrills you
Conquests, dolls
Poster fades
Rips and disappears
Trapped even now
So gullible
Tiring of the look
I cringe
Wondering at the days
Darkness blissful
Fresh posters hung
Face full of life
Whispers abundant
Body found, remember her
If only they had reported
Even now they are the key
He is a predator
The worst kind
My killer was my mentor
Friend to the School
The rich task master
Jollies in blood
A new poster
Hangs beside mine
Another is missing
Soon another body they will find
Teach your young early
Keep them vigilant
Make them depend on themselves
This kills his type
Written by Niyah Love
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