Hetalia poems- chapter 1

Liechtenstein

Big Brother… why was he so possessive? I know that he only wants the best for me, but it can be a little overwhelming. Today, he caught me hanging out with Gilbert and now… well, I am grounded. I just hate it when he gets like this, it's like I can't have a real life other than him. Well, whenever he grounds me, I write morbid/depressing poetry, but mostly haikus. Well, here goes nothing:

1)When you are not here

I am forever falling

Into the darkness.

2)You now want me back

But I won't fall for the trap

We're spiders and flies

3)You keep calling out

Always wanting to hold hands

But they are poisoned

4)Deep, dark and morbid

Are those soulless eyes of yours

Marbles in a game

5)I am now waiting

For me to cry my eyes out

And then lose my soul

Wow. Those were really morbid. She thought that as she took her paper and ripped it in half. She then threw it into her fireplace and sat in her chair again, slumping. "When am I going to be treated the age that I actually am?"