• I don't understand you
    Always talk in riddles,
    You don't take a side
    You're always in the middle.

    You live in a death trap (That's a joke. Harlequin is death.)
    I don't understand that
    You don't seem to notice
    What your life is like.

    You come and you go.
    And you leave after the show.
    You're not an actor
    You direct the play
    In the drama of life,
    Every day.

    Who will die
    And who will live?
    Who will take
    And who will give?

    You haunt me!
    Your image impressed onto the back of my eye.
    You're everywhere!
    Around the street corners and down the back alleys, oh my!

    "My darling,
    There's no need for you to ever run out of time."
    Oh my God!
    He wants me to be his new Columbine!



    Here is where it stops. So like I said, give me any suggestions on how to end it, and if anyone cares, I'll let you know when and if I finish it! Remember, constructive critiscism never hurt anyone unless they were very egotistical! Which I'm not, by the way.