No one seems to care about the world.
The people in it.
The selfish boys.
The jealous girls.
"Forever Alone" seems to be funny.
"Fail" is too.
But it just makes people's noses runny.
Because it may be true.
Making a friend is harder than it seems.
But you can do, even in your dreams.
People are sad.
People die.
People are mad.
People sigh.
Look at the mirror.
What do you see?
A beautiful girl.
With glistening eyes
And you sing like willows in the trees.
You care aout yourself.
And no one else.
So stop to think.
And not just blink.
Think about the feelings you may hurt.
Popularity doesn't come first.
Even though it may be how sneaky it may lurk.
Go on.
Go call someone else a name.
And when you wind up how you are in twenty years,
Don't play the blame game.
Go on and
Think about them.
Think about you.
And please, oh please.
Don't be a Mary Sue.
