I spoil the mood for every one,
On playdates, trips and more.
I'm not great company at sleepovers either,
Everyone thinks I'm such a bore.
I don't stand out in a crowd,
Can't ever make a conversation.
I just sit and watch everyone talk,
At parties and celebrations.
They walk in, turn the speakers up,
But I just turn them down.
They're all so happy when I'm not there,
And they whisper when I'm around.
Behind my back they call me a spoil sport,
I ruin things for everyone.
They say I'm weird and such a bore,
They say that I'm no fun.
~!~Diana
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