I used to believe that moving images on a screen could help me forget about how hurt and broken I am. That for a brief second the scandalous screams and raging hormones could stop my heart from breaking. There was a hole left inside me at an early age no father around to teach me how to be a man. I filled that gap with ***  trying to figure out what life was all about. Im grown up now and not much has changed I still try to find comfort in a pizza delivery guy getting his payment from a fantasy brought on by a teenage dream. A naughty school girl who needs to be punished. The **** librarian who told you to be quiet. These images these moving images on my laptop screen have destroyed the very moral behind this beautiful thing. Forever my mind will be tainted. Forever my mind will be not pure, forever it will be hard to fall for a girl based on her heart not her pearls, or her smile, her eyes, her neck, and whatever is below that.