Waiting for the milk to bubble
All my life has been nothing but trouble
So I make myself some porridge
It is labeled as a healthy food
But when I eat some
They look at me all crude
I'm doing as I'm told
Why are you being so cold?
You can't please everyone
I want to though.
But to everyone I am never enough
To all of them I am just a bug
A bug in their way
That they smush when they're in a rush
Why are they in a rush?
Hush, Don't make such a fuss.
You too should rush.
They tell me.
All this emotional weight, it crushes and crushes and turns me into a mush.
Just like the porridge on the stove
It is a smooth liquid until it changes with heat.
Blood runs thicker than water
But porridge is thicker than both of those
So I enjoy a bowl
Because there is no rush
They just lied
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
A Tale Of Woe
Thơ CaJust my poems here :) All of the poems are published in the order i've written them TW Mentions of: ED, SH, suicide, and just sad shit in general
