You ask me why? Why do i do this to you? Why do aren't i happy? Why, why, why? But you never try to figure out the reason. You taunt me, ridicule ,and even humiliate me. You ever seen the outsiders well I'll probably be known as Ponyboy or even Johnny, but never Darry or Dallas. I usually think of an easier way out : run, but i think about everybody else's feelings.Darn my care for others. Instead I do what you say go the hard way. And yet I still suffer.
do you care?
May 14, 2011