As I rested my head on my pillow,
My head was filled with hopes of a better tomorrow,
But as I woke, I only felt a recurring sorrow,
A lurking gloom, leaving me feeling hollow.
A lasting regret, a bitter pill to swallow,
To know that I can be described as yellow,
A fretful being, never known to be mellow,
And to live with the stigma of being an odd fellow.