Sad is very big.

Sometimes it’s everyone

Sometimes it’s all of me.

Sometimes I don’t even know it’s there.

When I’m in bed all snugly tucked in.

There’s Sad.

Sad can become angry.

I want to yell,

How dare you go and be like this?

You had no right.

But he’s no longer there.

Sometimes sad makes you remember.

And 8 years ago now becomes 13.

Sad makes you need to laugh louder than anyone else.

So you laugh and you laugh

Because people won’t like you

if you’re being sad.