Talk:Hey, whats up?/@comment-5598416-20130331011318

I Made A Song.

"Don't Cry," They Say As They Take Me Away.

"Don't Die," They Say, But They Kill Me Anyway.

I'll Just Sit Here Sadly, And Expect The Worst.

Until I Realize It's Not A Gift, It's A Curse.

But The Borders Of The Earth Don't Realize, None Of The People See.

If You're Looking For Someone To Wish You Bad Luck,

Maybe You Shoud Come Visit Me.

They Call Me Summer But I'm Winter,

They Call Me Sun But I'm Snow.

They Call Me Stunningly Pretty,

But I'm So Ugly They Don't Even Know.

They Tell Me Not To Eat The Poison,

But They Shove It In My Mouth Anyway.

They Tell Me Not To Listen To Anyone,

But They Yell At Me All Day.

They Told Me Not To Write This Poem,

Though They Secretly Begged Me To.

They Told Me I Can Wonder All Day.

Just Make Sure I Never Ask, "Who"

They Said In My Life, There's Never A Conclusion.

I'm Not Even Alive. They Say I'm Just An Illusion.

Was It Okay?