It’s a beautiful day,
Cheerful children all the way.
Sun shining bright,
People walking on streets without any fright.
I am enjoying this happy sight,
But I feel something’s not right.
I have many friends now,
Trying hard to be nice somehow.
Every time we meet we laugh hard
Behaving like full retards
Despite all this my heart is so quiet
I guess something’s not right
I may not be good at long talks,
But I enjoy our short walks.
We are good friends you say,
And want it to stay this way.
I guess I also enjoy this friendship,
But fear if there is more to it .
I try to convince myself each day,
That you are only a friend as you say
And try to act normal when you are in sight
But really something’s not right.