Ushual Chat

When i found out,
THat sis was dead,
Who cared,
Me,
She was my insperation,
My only little spark,
Mine,
My big sis,
When i poppeed down to Asda,
I met,
Charlie,
Bev,
And annette,
They pointed at me,
And stared,
What at?
There was nothing different about me,
Nothing different about the way i walked,
Just my face,
My eye's matched my mouth,
They were dull,
NOthing to light them up,
I approached,
The trio and they talked,
About fashion,
I joined in,
But nothing,
Nothing at all,
Was mentioned about sis,
I wonder whether they were scared,
Frightened in case i cried,
Why would i,
There's no tear duct in my eye.