Hello....?

NOTE: This poem must be read a certain way, so if it doesn't make sense, please tell me how I can make brakes and what not, so it does make more sense.

Is it wrong?
Am...I wrong?
The way I am,
The way I live.

Is this wrong?
Or- are you wrong?
About me,
About my life.

So, I am wrong?
Well, am I?
To you...
I am.

Should it matter?
Does it matter?
I think it should.......
BUT it doesn't.

Should it be alright?
Is it alright?
Well-You get mad,
Then, make fun of me.

Should you care?
Well- do you care?
You don't;
Nor accept it.

Do you love me?
Wait- don't you love me?
Thats what....
I would like to think.

You have a puppy face,
But an ice cube heart.
That thinks- no believes
Its wrong---,
For me,
To just be,
Me.

Smoke

Thump, thump.
Beating faster, and faster,
As they await their fate.
Thump, thump.
Faster and faster,
Smoke towers, or the blocks?
Thump, thump.
Their hearts beating,
Blood pumping.
Just like yours,
But you were sending them to the smoke.

Not So Sunny

I am unsure about the title of this, but I just thought of something partly quick. So, any ideas for a title would help greatly.

She was different,
Just a little,
Different.
Thoes words,
"Freak!" "Loser." "Scum."
Rattling through her bones.
Always seeming so cold.