A very sad poem

If I had a choice, I'd choose alone;

I'd have only myself to deal with;

And because I fail at it;

I would not bother about anyone being mad;

My bar is set so low, it has a tombstone;

Sleep, sleep, eat, design;

That's my best day;

With me writing a very sad poem.

I don't have a choice;

I'm forced to live, love, laugh;

Frankly, i have no problem with it;

I'd rather be alone, but this ain't bad;

People ain't bad;

And if they were, I could either stay;

Or be alone;

I could choose to write a very sad poem

She alone, I'd laugh a lot;

Two friends have me goofing;

Three is family, no pressure;

Four is a crowd, five is a nation;

Make interest, stress my chords;

Give a smile; press some keys;

Crave your space, on the bed;

Where'd I think of a very sad poem.

Here's me writing my poem;

Four, five caring for me;

Alone or lonely?

The choice is which;

Here's the choice I wish I had;

Here's me choosing not to choose;

'Cos with people I'm better;

Better than writing a very sad poem.

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'A Very Sad Poem' is a chronicle of my recent social introversion that I thought had gone for good.

It hasn't. At least, I won't doubt it telling her I'm an introvert.

Ciao.

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