Oh mother! Oh mother!
My only friend is gone.
What am I gonna do now?
When will I laugh,
And how will I smile?
You have taken away my playthings.
What will I play with now?
I have no toys left.

Who will I tell
What I did today?
With whom would I share
My book of secrets?
Who would I whisper to at night
To tell adventures of the day?

Who would I kiss now?
My lips have one purpose less.
Who would I watch to sleep,
And lull to gratify
Another amazing day of our lives?

You have taken away
My good mornings
And good nights,
When I could see their face.
I have lost my reason
To anticipate that someone
At my waiting door.
And have lost my appetite,
Now food is just food,
Only to get by.

My wins and losses now
Don’t mean a thing,
When my only audience
Has got up and left.
Now they are mere scribbles,
Doodles and drawings
That will one day be crumpled
And thrown in the bin.

You wouldn’t believe
I got scolded today
For being incompetent,
For a fate you tied me with,
For the weight of all the things
I was supposed to carry
On my little shoulders.

I was blamed again.
It was my fault—
All of it,
Everything that was done
And that wasn’t.
It was all me.
I didn’t let people breathe
‘Cause I was always taking
Pieces of their minds.
And I am the sole reason
For all the anxiety
In the world.

Do I do that, mother?
Am I such a mean boy?
Then punish me—
But what’s a bigger punishment than
To live without a friend,
And to see myself
Go back to my shell?

Playtime’s over forever!
Oh no! I am getting pale again.
I can see myself turning
Into that monster of work
That rarely ever saw the light.