Monster

He talks about his scrapped hands, picking at the scabs when he feels no one is paying attention.
He writes about an experiment gone wrong {a monster} infatuated with a girl.
He compares himself to a caged animal, separated from everyone and everything that could be real.

Friend

I see a puppy dog following behind me as I continue on my path.
Paws always clicking behind my shoulder, ears always perked up to listen to every single thing I say.
He likes to stand in the rain among the forest to hide his pain from everyone.

Pedestrian

Light brown hair that is always kept just above his ears.
Blue-green eyes like green marble, and so beautiful both in the dark and in the sun.
A frame of strength so big he thinks it should scare everyone around him with just his shadow.

Love-interest

Clothes scented with wood smoke [I crave that scent in my darkest minutes].
White skin always burning with the fire of high blood pressure and anger.
A voice more calming than anyone else’s [the only voice I want to hear when I am too insane].

Protector

His passion for hating HIM takes 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place in every race with mine.
His anger controls him through worry of me.
That worry controls him through sleepless nights and a paranoid mind.

Madman

I always lie according to you.
A slice of beer bread in the morning means I’m driving drunk.
A split second thought of suicide proves I’m not happy.

Mouse

Hiding in the dark corners in every room he encounters.
His squeaking is barely heard because he doesn’t want it to be heard in the first place.
He hides himself form the world because he hates everything in it.

Best Friend

Your few tears are rare crystals only I have seen in this world.
You walk with your hands in your pockets and your shoulders pressed inwards to seem smaller.
You head is usually down and your hand always craves mine just like mine craves yours.

Perfectionist

If it was possible he would have given me the world he once told me as we lay in the dark.
His always beautiful work is always presented like junk because that’s how he views everything.
Once he wrote a story about a monster infatuated with a girl and he called it crap.

That was the best story I ever read because I knew the real story behind it.