• They always stare,
    the stares are different,
    and never compare,
    some mad,sad,or in discust,
    for when they stare in discust,
    it makes my heart rust,
    For them its surprising,
    for none of them are realizing,
    that its just not normal,
    to stare at others,
    for havent their mothers,
    taut them better than that,
    but when i cry,
    you give me a pat on the back,
    i always just wanna give um a smack,
    so what if were in love,
    whats wrong with that,
    I think of your friends,
    their such stupid jerks,
    for they stare the most,
    so why do they stare,
    we will never know...
    but for now ,
    but for now,
    we must ignore them,
    they shall get over it,
    but just remember,
    love is no item