She sits in a daze on cloud nine

As her life passes her by

Listening to all the lies and hate

She takes it like fish to bait

In this world where she frolic

She is unaware of the melancholic

Too happy to even care

She is unaware of their stare

They hunger for her joy

They want to play with it like a toy

They’ll rip it to shreds like paper

They’ll munch on it like a wafer

So beware my dear child

These melancholies are not so mild

They will take you far away

Where you can never see the break of day

I’m not gonna lie. I did use rhymezone once! That’s where I got the word melancholic. It was originally ‘Alcoholic’ before when I wrote the first verse a years ago. Probably in freshman year of high school, that’s just my guess of course. Anyway, I think it’s turned out to be a clever little poem. 