Miss Meloncholy's Melody of Misfortune.

This was for a psychology assignment. I dream a lot about food. I dream about adventures through cookie and ice crème land. I do have a fear of being alone, but I already am alone. Normally my poetry is all happy and bubbly, but this time, I didn’t feel like being that way. So here goes…

Frequent dreams of cherry top mountains,

vanilla valleys, and chocolate reservoirs

Believed to represent an apparent fear of loneliness

Miss Melancholy suddenly seizes her melancholy melody,

Picks up her honeycomb harp of happiness,

And secludes herself from reality

She would much rather live this fantasy

Filling the deep holes in her heart with synthetic smiles

Ever think that one whose face brightens the world

Could really be an actress?

Veiling her “no smile” with a mask of a “noh smile”?

She hides the truth.

She convinces herself—

Independence is peace.

Aware the statement is pure deception.

A true special other is too much for her to ask for.
She is an abandoned ship

With an anchor in her heart

In desperate need of a nearby captain

To come and lift it out

and pull her back to shore

to a town where she is loved

just as a true captain would.