Rotten
Trapped on an island and rotting inside
The world is cruel and I despise
The raft I built is standing strong
It has to get me to where I belong
The fish are leaving so I must too
The foods all gone for me and you
But you’re not real I made you up
I’m going insane I know what’s up
Talking to fake people that don’t exists
On this island full of mist
I must go before I don’t exists
I get on my raft and paddle out
To become what I always talk about.
This poem is about:
Me
My community