What was I thinking when I entered Young Writers Society?
Hmmm, maybe someone would be nice,
Or even say something that would make my day.
Maybe show some pity,
Or even read what I wrote.
Ha, ha, ha,
One stupid dream!
No one listens to the crap which comes out of my mouth.
Why would they even waste their time to read it?
I have no clue.
Well the chance is here,
go on take it,
Criticize me like every one else does.
