in question...

why do i question you?
why do you care?
why do you like me?
what's with that stare?

i don't know what i'm into..
so please don't ask
i'd rather be quiet,
than kill you to death..

you make me cry,
you make me feel down
but you always end up
wanting me so bad...

what's with this poem?
what's with the lines?
i shouldn't worry about you...
i shouldn't frown..

i miss you...