A poetic response to "the metaphor"

Charlotte, Charlotte, I asked myself,

Why, why, why didn't you express your true feeling,

You like English literature,

You like Miss Hancock's class,

You are not satisfied to your mother,

Why, why, why，

Why I always move along with the crowd,

Why I pretended I didn't like Miss Hancock,

If I respected her more,

If I was more friendly to her,

If I was...

Now,

There's nothing I could do,

to make up my mistake.

Sorry, Miss Hancock,

Sorry, frosted birthday cake,

Now I can say it out aloud,

"I wish that the party wasn't over."