The crowded streets of mine are always crowded, and i don’t enjoy them, they’re scary, and mad. People never there, always passing. So, when you past, I didn’t know why, it was past? To know you was to miss you,


And I didn’t miss you, till I didn’t


So I miss you, now, and tell me why I couldn’t always miss you,


Is it you were missing? You were missing from?



I don’t bother. It’s a day.



The thing is, “Why?” that’s all, why do you hate

So much

And so many



It’s really not healthy,

To hate, at all,




So this hatred, wasn’t? You were fake?



Then you shattered, like humpty dumpty, and didn’t know why this happened, that you worked to hurt me directly, harming family member too, well i know now, that it wasn’t a funny prank, it was you, who knew how to hurt me, and didn’t, and how to help me, and did, so thanks, and know i’m funny as the wicked witch in the musical is natural, so to say that if i wasn’t real? I wasn’t true? Then reality, is untrue


And, why did I hate? Is it to hate?


Or for hate?


Such abuses, and weirdness! So, if you know what to help, and with stranger too in tow, so you never bother with anyone, ever


To know

Why?


And never why is improper


So improriety is improper, and reserved. I reserved yours, to know, it wasn’t, there was a reservation, but it didn’t appear, that day I appeared, so to know that you weren’t there only a person who hates, as you went there, to abuse more, i saw you there, to abuse me to harm me, as a fun one, to know half-funs, and half-bores, and may you know, that abuse of any kind is gross, digressing, and destructive


 If you need, then want? And why do people think, to hurt, just unlike hurt, and those who really do i’d say boring, to note your abuses

I’m not hideous

 And hideous sort of girl and guy, walking to the other, where it’s odd, and oddly enough,  stars go blind for some others leave with the booked, and stay away with those i’m not and to know such abuse is permanent, not kind,


I’d say kindness isn’t always, so to know your kindness takes time