Tropical Depression

Coconut mind Practical At first thought. But all that lays inside is the same milk you expected. Sometimes the milk is worse. My limbs flop around like a fish out of water As I aimlessly do anything Aimlessly everything On my island Alone. I am able to provide myself something Proud for a moment Until I remember that everyone who ever loved me Feels bad for me. 11 years old Fortune cookie I pick it up ‘Continue to sit’ it read I took it to heart I accepted every person And hoped they would accept me. Why would they? All I have is spilt milk Years of hammering my head On my island Alone.