Encephalitis is a sad sickness I have, making me not able to attend college. I've really been staying at home all day, it has me with poor knowledge...
I actually lost most of my friends, so really wish I could make more. That means I need to get back out, instead of at home, staying soar...
If I could get out of my house somehow, it would be able for me to meet new folks. That would be nice for me to greet a lot, having me grasping on to my hopes...
I would really like to make more buddies.
This poem is about me wanting make more friends and is in ABAB form (except for that last line - free verse).