Scared

I'm the girl in the back of the class, The girl scared to see own reflection. Scared of the storm blue eyes staring back at me. I don't talk much, because I'm scared of rejection. I cut to reliev the pain, not for attention. So if you see my scares just let me be. I'm scared of people getting close to me, Because, I know, the demon inside me. She will scratch and tear at the surface. Just waiting for my control to pass. I'm not scared of him or her or even you. I'm scared of the demon inside me, I call her Drew.