Curiosity

Why was I curious
When you were crying
You told me to not come outside
You told me not to look outside either
But I did not listen
I looked
And I saw you crying
Then I walked outside
I asked what was wrong
And you told me
I wish you never would have told me
Every time you told me something tragic
I was happy before you told me
That is why I am like this
That is why I am in misery
Because of my curiosity!