Teen Ink

   He's scared as I am at times.

I need to find out what he hunts, or what he hopes to accomplish,

I need to break him open and see what's inside...

And at times he has to do the same,

There's some kind of outside force that brings him silent.

He won't let anyone see what he's like...

I'm scared to find out at times.

And now...I've stopped looking.

As I have given up, he has to.

Now I am the hunting child

And move on to find another...

But one with no barriers or traps,

A new hunting child, one perfect for me.