The room.
Silent.
Flowers bloom.
Invent.

The rain.
Blue.
Coating paint.
Glue.

The product.
Success.
Don't need the plug.
There's still happiness.

Chocolate, strawberry.
Making me some nice delicacy.
So I can bring to the class.
And become happy with the clash.

Vanilla, eggs and powder.
The sweetness I ponder.
A little sugar in my slice.
Give life some more spice.

All in oven, high heat.
Everything must be neat.
Because cakes are for friendships.
You'll never get better tips.

Wind and air.
Sun and cloud.
Sound of despair.
Rainclouds.

Dilemma.
Raincloud.
My grandma.
Raincloud loud.

Sadness and empathy.
Rainclouds.
All for my granny and me.
I'm proud.

I have a cup of orange juice.
Makes me forget about my bruise.
Makes me forget about any anxiety
Depression, boredness and worries.

I can imagine rainbows above my head.
Cats, dogs and birds around my bed.
Anything that hurts won't sting.
As long as I'm enjoying my drink.

A little bit of orange in my life.
Makes me forget about cutting myself on a slice.
Why do we need anti-depressant and alcohol?
When we can just have some juice after all?

I've done something quite bad.
My study time was taken a toll.
So I had to clean up the trash
That is located all around the school...

When I was cleaning, I saw worms and snails.
They look so ugly, squishy and full of...sludge?
But I followed behind their trails
Honestly, they were quite cute!

Cleaning, cleaning, all works, so busy.
But I'll gladly take from my study time a toll.
To watch everything slowly move in front of me
Chores aren't so bad, after all.

...Stinky, ****** halls...

A slice of Pizza.
A piece of Pinata.
I sit down with a smile on me.
Eating it hungrily.

It tastes the sour of ketchup.
A little salt, and fats building up.
It blends into a mix of flavor.
Which is one that I favor.

Friendship is like a slice of pizza.
It's yummy and it's cute as a pinata.
With many tastes and sweetness.
You'll always be blessed.

I'm sitting, thighs shaking.
A cupcake is what I'm waiting.
I'm so hungry for these sweetie.
I don't care about me.

I don't care about coughing.
Or even my hair scrambling.
All I want right at this moment.
Is a cupcake with a bit of mint.

I'm just sitting here, waiting for my cupcake.
I can feel my entire body shakes.
But I still sit here, wait for my delicacy.
Because I know, I am not lonely.