Every day, the ghoul was there.It tried to harm her, Kill her, reaching out with its yellow fingers,Trying to gnaw on her with its jaundiced teeth.She would defend herself.But every waking moment,It was there.  Waiting.  Mocking her self worth.How she was broken, sick. Despite all of her strength,There came a day where the ghoul would win.And she would lose.It engulfed her with hate, Until she withered into nothing. Every day, the ghoul was there.It tried to hurt him,Reaching out with its grey fingers.After school, it would chase him.During school, it would mock and tease him.Before school, it was his reflection in the mirror.It tried to encompass him with its hate.At first, the ghoul succeeded.But then, he came along.Perfect, white skin and blue eyes.A charming smile and expensive clothes.Calm words, supportive sentences.Loving paragraphs.This was his angel, his savior.Every day the ghoul was there.Every day the angel saved him.