The Hot Chocolate With Those Little Marshmallows On Top
For some strange reason
I feel happy
When I see
Those dainty, little marshmallows
Sitting snugly in a mug of chocolate
Waiting for none other
But me.
The taste?
I don't mind
The things humanity has done
Makes all things unpleasantly sour
Then again, I qualify
In the category of all things
Kindness? I try.
I feel that I
Am but a marshmallow
Soft on the outside
Softer yet on the inside
Caused misery and death
To be created
Such is life.
The world is but a cup
Bound to be destroyed
At some time or another
Taken for granted
Marshmallows are people
Ruining the aesthetic
Center of attention.
Although the marshmallows
Are unique in a way
There are far too many for uniqueness
Eventually we dissolve
Into the void; oblivion, if you will
And are forgotten
Forever.
For now I will drink
This cup of cocoa
And pretend I thought of none of this
People will forget
Soon enough
We all dissolve
Eventually.
A.N. Trigger Warnings (for this poem dump): Uhh mentions of mental illnesses (such as depression, anxiety...), mentions CIPA, mentions addiction, mentions suicide, ummm swearing (probably??)
It's not that bad I promise. Mentions of suicide is in like 3 ish poems maybe.