I don’t want to be sad
And I need a hug.
I miss my comrade
But he’s a thug.
He bullies me
Instead of nurture.
I need to be free
Because this is torture.
It’s a sunny day
And I want to be out.
But I’m not okay
It’s hard to go about.
I want to sit and write
To cure my aching heart.
But the present is bright,
So I should get up and start.
I will go to the park
Or the waterfront.
A journey to embark,
My fears I confront.
So wish me good luck,
Since for more than an hour
I’ve been feeling stuck
And I need inner power.
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