BMALPH

Sitting, standing, walking, lying down...
They all starts to feel the same
As my quest to
BMLAPH
Persists...
Wondering how such superior humans
Could be created,
And realised its simply because I'm inferior...
Or it could be because I'm a boy...
What are friends for?
When all they give is
The chance to be dragged along,
Behind their rapid footsteps
And make me suffocate...
BMLAPH,
A desperate attempt
To try to be friends again...