little round friends

our daily meetings, 8:00 AM on the dot. i pop and there it goes, down with the rest of its lot.

when i cry and feel sad, they blame my friends. but they're not evil or bad, my little round friends.

when i stomp and yell, they blame my friends. but they don't make me feel unwell, my little round friends.

when i stop and fall blank, they blame my friends. but they don't cause me to tank, my little round friends.

their yellow and chalky faces, they're found in all different places. they only want to help me, not send me into humility.

they don't push and shove, my little round friends. you know who won't love? not my little round friends.

everyone else.