Too long.

I don't do stories.

I do songs.

I don't say yes.

I say no.

I don't laugh when it rains.

I think of why the sky is so sad.

I don't dream.

I live.

I don't sleep.

I wander.

I don't eat.

I don't drink.

I burn up in the sun and turn into ashes.

This is what I am.

Though I know that you hate and so do I, it's something I've learned to live with.

But can you?

Answer me. Will you?

Or is that too much to ask.