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

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