A Guy, a Pony, and a Pillow

Lonely roads, He walked unstopped. By his side were a Pony and a pillow The pillow was faceless. The pony did not talk. Yet his friends they remained. Unable to seek… Unable to walk the brighter streets, A victim’s paradise, He ran away. The people jeered at the guy Who was “playing the victim.” Surely his pain was his addiction. So, He left to his room, Running from the anger, Frustration, and Shame, They all the heed at he. In tears and desperation he spoke to himself, “A pony to talk to, A pillow to hug; It’s all I need.”