Hello, reader

My name is Izzy!

The Вопрос I always ask is;

Why do people run from me?



Is it because...

I try and force everyone

Telling them playing,

With огонь is fun?



или maybe because,

I talk to my invisible friend.

Talking to him all day,

Over and over again.



What-ever it is,

I want to know.

Having a friend,

Would be nice... although.



I had a buddy

Who's name was Owen,

He was so funny!

And, I became his girl-friend.



When we both got hit,

By the Total Drama plane,

I Остаться в живых all the craziness,

And for once became sane.



I broke up with him.

I сказал(-а) we couldn't be.

But, I miss my Big-O.

I really do miss my buddy.



Way before my break-up,

I tried becoming friends

Who I probably annoyed,

To all of his ends.



His name was Noah,

Smart and wouldn't care.

He would always get annoyed,

When I dressed up as a bear.



Then one day,

He put down his book.

'Stop annoying me!'

Yelling with an angry look.



After getting his message,

I know I now see,

That Noah really,

Never liked me.



Now I feel,

Like I'm on my own.

No-one to be with,

Just all alone.



This question, I ask it

Most of the time,

Please be my friend.

What's not to like?



I now sit in the corner,

And now I can tell,

Realizing I may be crazy,

The insane girl from Hell.