Oh how little they know
They see the books
They see the pages of writing
They think, There's a bookworm
There's a smart, innocent girl
Oblivious to the world.
Oh how little they know
They know nothing of the stories
The books are dark and foreboding
They seem happy at first
But just gets darker and darker
Fear
Abduction
Torture
Death
How little they know
And the theories are even darker
Fanfiction that revolve around pain
Misery
We hate seeing characters go through it
And yet
It's thrilling
We enjoy--
We feed off the written adrenaline
We are born into normal lives
But we hunger for something more
So what do we do?
How little they know
Those books aren't as innocent as you thought
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So, this happened. It's currently one in the morning. Im tired. Brain wanted to write. So, I present: Fangirls
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoetryThese are some of the poems I've recently started writing. Some about me or my life, others are about fandoms. I'll let you figure it out #53 - overthinking
