When Unsociable, Unattractive, Horror Enthusiast Kid Lose His Joy On Scary Films Poem by Sophie Allyah

If creepiness no longer offers shivery joy
He would flip like a monkey in a circus
Or flip that loses composure

The latter-day would be like a broken toy
In an imagery of sentimental ballad and blues
Where the good villains died of exposure

Should he now become a sun lover
Nestled some strangers snug upon a smile
With a jolly attitude he killed oneself inside?

This is rather frightening than becoming
Happiness is adorned with enthusiasm
What good is that if he just pretend?

It would break the definition of loneliness
It would shatter the spirit into pieces
Now that nothing else disturbed him

It would be normal like nothing happened
But something would be missing inside
After all, a good scare is his temper in flare