Milk:
Mum says milk makes you grow big and strong,
she also says it helps your bones.
I don’t know if I believe her, but I guess that’s why mine break so often.
Sometimes I wonder if there’s a universe where I was actually born in the right body, or if every version of me is also stuck staring at the many faces in the glass of the broken mirror.
I don’t like milk,
it spoils too easily.
But I can relate to that.
Makes tea taste too sweet,
and I’m left wondering what more I could’ve done.
I often get told I talk about the same things too often.
God forbid, but there’s nothing that’s exciting anymore.
Mum says milk makes you grow big and strong,
maybe I should listen to her.
Maybe that’s why I feel so weak.
Maybe.