Cookie
By Jacob Sandoval
There’s so many things I want to say,
but as the days go by,
like a cookie,
I crumble under the pressure,
too sweet to neglect my friends,
but bitter enough to neglect myself,
as the days go by,
I just live my monotonous life,
fearing one day people will leave,
because of the rope tied around my neck.
The rope that’ll choke me,
and eventually choke you.
