ONE HUNDRED POINTS, pls be honest can someone make this into a poem

It was a sunny day
My mother asks me every day
Why do you not go and play?
Each time I had no reply
Because I liked watching days go by
The reason is that I feel gray
I feel gray all-day
I never feel gay
I feel as if my body is clay
I want my body to decay
I don’t remember the last time I said yay

Its already a poem, just not a very good one but its still a poem. ill try and make it better

It was a sunny day
but inside i still felt gray
i refused to play
even on this sunny day

mother asked again
why wont you play with them
my answer was the same
i still feel some pain
even on this sunny day

my body feels like clay
no feelings everyday
i wish it would decay
even on this sunny day

C is the answer because the X factors can’t repeat