Out to Meet More

This poem is about me wanting make more friends. It is in ABAB form (except for that last line). It's so funny how I keep writing 100-worded poems! xD

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.