Confused

I glance up nervously to see a boy standing over me.

Humor and love sparkle in his eyes.

Yet, his face is filled with arrogance and spite.

His hand reaches to grab mine

Only to release me again.

I don't understand why he keeps torturing me like this.

Am I so wrapped up in him that it's hurting me?

If that's the case why don't I feel pain?

This poem is about: 
Me

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