BITTER COOKIES

Her mornings - they feel heavy.

She really thought the weight will decrease,

Now all she prays is “end this! please.”

She ain’t at ease,

Can’t you see?

Must you still turn a blind eye?

Why do you expect her to be your cherry pie?

Poke her and she’ll burst like a piñata of pain

But you won’t, will you?

She knows its too much for you.

You leave her to swallow it whole,

But mom, the gulp’s too big for her soul

Remember she said the same when she was sixteen,

And had no goal?

They beat around the bush, guessing whats wrong,

And she just carried the pain all along.

Desperate, she leapt into many wrong boats

the sea was so deep, 

only her hope afloat.

She never learned which brim to choose,

How to swim, 

Or what she’d lose.

Still tried baking cookies from the crumbles during her voyage,

Little did she know they can’t mould together,

Broke apart loose and only turned bitter,

All that by self sabotage.

Those boats too have holes now,

And water’s rising to her nose now.

She’s drowning quiet, unseen

Still wishing it was all a dream.