Will you?

So I found the book of poems I wrote when I was about 14. Yes, I was a sad little teenager with a book of poems who used to write sad little poems in a dark little corner, away from everyone. It was a phase. Boohoo. Have no idea what was going through my mind at the time. Here's one of 'em

People say we're infintely different from each other,
But about what people say, we shouldn't bother,
Admittedly, you drive me completely insane,
But what's love without a little pain?

Maybe I control everyone,
You know I can't control you,
Even though you don't know I'm the one,
You'll always need me won't you?

Maybe one day you won't need me,
You know I'll always need you,
I know you know that,
But will you be there to see me through?

I've been hurt before,
It felt like my heart was being sliced into half,
I don't want to feel that anymore,
So will you be there to see me laugh?

Ok so the poem goes on to some 6 more stanzas and honestly I don't have the patience or the nerve to go through with this. I don't even know why I'm putting this up. I feel stupid. And Emo-ish. And stupid.