Guardian Angel

Dear my darling little girl...
Tell me they are not true,
These terrible tales I've heard about you,
That at night when you arrive at home,
You shut yourself up, all alone,
Then with one single action made
You take out your precious razor blade...
Letting it glide across your skin
Surrendering sweetly for the blade must win.
For you, getting away with it is easy as hell,
No one suspects the little girl they know so well.

Dear ?????? *
Who are you, and what do you know?
My arm is the one thing I never show.
Your right, no one does suspect I,
And I've always known exactly why.
To the rest of the world who look at me
My halo is still in tact, you see.
But you, stranger, seem to see what others don't,
If you think you'll understand, sorry, you won't.
Oh, now I realise who you are..
Though you're a little late, I'll correct you with a star.

* Guardian Angel