Why+Me?

//Omigod. This poem caused a lot of crap on Jabberwicky last year... enjoy! :D//

Dear God Oh God Why must you do this?!

Past half hour, Shaking, Talking on the phone Trying to calm down.

They think he likes me I dropped the phone. Why? Why would they say that.

They told me to look At their evidence So I did. And I think they’re right.

I’m freaking out And don’t know What To do, But SCREAM.

I want to. But I’ll wake up the neighborhood. I. Hate. This.