There’s something I want to get of my chest

Something I must confess

When I do I can finally rest

Sometimes I think of that day at recess

And wish you hadn’t come

Sure loneliness is taxing

But really only for some

Not for me who’s sitting on that tire swing

When you can’t remember having a friend

How can you miss them

When the days stop to blend

That’s where the problems stem

For now I fear them blending again

And the nothingness that will begin