Oh, hey, I haven't heard from you in awhile!

Hm, oh this, it's just a bracelet.

You don't remember?

I've had it since freshman year,

I made it myself too!

Why is it half?

Because it's just like that and I like it the way it is!

Why did I make it?

Well, it was the day when Papa died,

It made me really sad, depressed even!

But then I spotted something shiny in the kitchen.

That's when it came to me,

I wanted to make something.

So I made this bracelet!

Every now and then it will disappear,

Leaving of ghost of where it was.

But sometimes when I'm sad, it will come back with even more bracelets,

Like when people think I'm America or when Cuba hurts me.

Sadly, no one sees them because of my jacket,

But that's okay.

If they saw it, they would freak out,

But you're not going to freak out, right?

That's good!

Hey, do you want a bracelet?

No? But of course you do,

After all, I am you and you are me.

If I want a bracelet, then you want a bracelet!

It doesn't make a difference if you yell and scream,

No one ever hears you-I'm sorry, us.

I promise you'll like it,

At first I didn't like them either but I grew to love them!

. . . That's good, that actually looks very pretty!

So remember, when people ignore us or if life just sucks,

Make a bracelet and you'll feel better!

Sort of like a Snapped!Canada thing going on. I suppose his snapped self is talking to what's left of his sane self. Personally, I believe it isn't my greatest poem but whatever.