The Boy Who Cried (Wolf)
Once upon a time,
there was a boy, who often went to school.
and although his life seemed good
sometimes he would get in a bad mood.
he didn't know how to say
that it wasn't just one bad day.
the friends he used to be so close to,
he'd rarely visit
and he felt bad but he couldn't control it.
he didn't know how to explain
all he wanted to do was remain at home
so he told his friend that he was sick,
but they got mad at him and told him not to complain
his mom told him it was bad to abstain from the fun and games.
one day,
he heard in class that you can be sick,
without coughing or sneezing
and that the way you feel is sometimes out of your control
and it wasn't uncool to admit it
he talked to his school counselor
and felt better
because he learned firsthand
how important it is to talk to people who understand
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