Anyone?
Hello, reader
My name is Izzy!
The question I always ask is;
Why do people run from me?
Is it because...
I try and force everyone
Telling them playing,
With fire is fun?
Or maybe because,
I talk to my invisible friend.
Talking to him all day,
Over and over again.
What-ever it is,
I want to know.
Having a friend,
Would be nice... although.
I had a buddy
Who's name was Owen,
He was so funny!
And, we became his girl-friend.
When we both got hit,
By the Total Drama plane,
I lost all the craziness,
And for once became sane.
I broke up with him.
I said we couldn't be.
But, I miss my Big-O.
I really do miss my buddy.
Way before my break-up,
I tried becoming friends
Who I probably annoyed,
To all of his ends.
His name was Noah,
Smart and wouldn't care.
He would always get annoyed,
When I dressed up as a bear.
Then one day,
He put down his book.
'Stop annoying me!'
Yelling with an angry look.
After getting his message,
I know I now see,
That Noah really,
Never liked me.
Now I feel,
Like I'm on my own.
No-one to be with,
Just all alone.
This question, I ask it
Most of the time,
Please be my friend.
What's not to like?
I now sit in the corner,
And now I can tell,
Realizing I may be crazy,
The insane girl from Hell.