She feels saddened at sad love stories,
Though she knows they are obviously not real.
She blames herself for the character’s tragic predicaments,
When it’s totally not her fault.
She pains for them,
Like they’re her friends.
Her day has a dark cloud over it,
And somehow the sky chose to be cloudy too.
She could’ve not watch or read the stories,
But the people inside were calling out to her,
She couldn’t resist.
Now she’s carrying a heavy heart,
For people who didn’t even exist.
What a silly little girl.
