When you see me out for a stroll, please just keep on
walking. And if you get the impression that I may be lonely,
let me reassure you that I'm fine.  I'd choose all the
lonliness in the world if it meant us not talking.  And that
ackwardness you say you feel when I'm around, please take it
as a sign.

  I don't need friends if they are all like you, enemies
will have to do.  You will never recruit me for your
miserable team, I don't want to play.  There is no fun in a
game like that, especially played with you.  I must not have
been clear before so this time listen to what I say.

  For the last time, I've worked too hard to keep this smile
upon my face.  You can try all you want, but I will not
allow you to take that away.  Instead of concentrating so
much on me, it's that frown you should replace.  With so
many people willing to join you, why continue to harrass me
anyway? 

  Yes, I've heard misery loves company, your argument you've
made clear.  Unhappiness and losing all sense of myself is
not a price I am willing to pay.  I hope you die of
lonliness, to be quite frank my dear.  Because noone needs
someone like you, MISERY, filling their day.