Goodnight

Young One

I'm sitting.
Pondering about life.
Why doesn't anyone see me?
Why do they not want to play?
Why do they run,
Far,
Whenever they see me?
Why do they leave me?
I just want to play.
I just want a friend,
Someone to talk to.
Someone to hold me,
And tell me that everything
Is going to be ok.
That I'm not alone.
That's the problem though,
Nobody will talk to me,
Nobody will hold me,
Nothing is ok,
And I am alone.
But really,
I'm not that bad.
Am I?
Goodnight young one,
I'm coming soon.