I wrote in the notebook
imagined as a slam book
the color I find brightest
and the tastiest of foods

I also made those questions
of who I wanted to become
and I felt glad to have the chances
to try it like the rest

When everyone was laughing
a their friend's silly quotes
I waited for my turn
that they would ask me too

You see, this is funny
That I never got to do
the simplest things like
writing my favourite song

It was fine tho, I told myself
I'll have someone too
A friend I could talk to
about the things I knew