Optical Allusionist

This is a poem I found on a folded scrap of paper while I cleaned out the drama room. I thought it was good enough to stick in my pocket, and, in memory of the lonely student, I've decided to publish it, per se. It needs help, but give the kid a break- they're in jh.


When I was at my old school
I was happy every day.
I was bright and young and joyful;
It should have stayed that way.

But now I'm at a new school-
I'm dismal, slow, and sad
I don't quite know why I'm like this,
But I do know that it's bad.

It could be that it's winter,
Or I'm not meeting ends,
But mostly, I think that it is
My total lack of friends.

I can't hold out much longer;
It's harming to my soul-
This overwhelming loneliness
Is taking its told.

I have no one to talk to,
No one to hold my hand. (the words "relief" and "belief" are written out to the side, and, quite honestly, i like the two words together with the kind of rhyme scheme this young author has in mind. Good going, ol' chap.)
I have no one to comfort me,
When I can hardly stand.