I’m not very bright.
My friends are grey and white.
Why does no one like me?
Why can’t they just see, that I’m not that scary.
I might not be the brightest, but I have the softest heart.
Sometimes I just sit there waiting in the dark.
Nowhere for me to go, nowhere for me to hide.
No one’s by my side, I’m always left behind.
I’m sometimes forgotten, but I’ll be alright.
I’m not very bright, but that’s alright.
My friends are grey and white.
I like them, and they like me.
When you see me you might think of a cat.
But hey it’s okay!
By the way, my name is Black.
