A Poem from the Shunned ((another one for you))

Right now, my dear, you're shunning me;
and I'm kinda a broken mess.
Slightly scared for tomorrw,
I need a person to talk to, I confess.

I don't remember what I did,
I'm pretty sure it was a joke.
Whatever it was, I'm sorry,
'cause now you haven't spoke.

This is just a baby poem,
but for some reason that doesn't make me smile.
Small tears are running down my face,
and I'll probably cry a while.

It's too easy for you to hurt me,
did you know that, dear?
I don't think you understand,
you can create some smiles and some tears.

But I guess this is good night,
I pray you have sweet dreams...
Teddy bears are tired,
and life is hell, it seems...