What Boy?

Must there always be a boy?

You think you know,

don't you?

You think that you can guess

what's happening inside me?

Must I always have a secret?

Do you always have to guess?

Please, stop trying!

Please!

Stop!

You'll never really know.

You don't understand me

as well as you think.

You aren't so perfect

as everyone believes.

And just to ease your anguish,

to rest your oh, so troubled mind,

Yes.

There is a boy.

And yes,

We're just fine.