Just a Poem

Give me a tear,
A tear of blood,
A bright cheery colour,
Not the colour of mud.

As bright as a rose bud,
As bright as the sun.
No not at all, im not having fun.

The moon looking down,
The stars shining light,
on such a beautiful beautiful night.

I have no one to love,
No one loves me.

Oh how they all will see,
Me when im famous happy and white,
Not a frankenstine kind of a sight.

Love i may,
Love i might,
But just for the end of the night;
I\'ll sit and hate, scold and frown,
One day i will be the holder of a crown...

I Hate Life, It Doesnt Brush My Teeth :)