Hollowness

I bought a book,

A book of lists,

Lists to make,

For the future.


Like:

What would you

Have achieved

In 5 years?

Like:

What strange spot

Would you have

Slept over?

Like:

Which of friends

Do you think

Would still be there?


I thought that

It’d be easy;

I’m the easiest

To be fooled.


I think not,

That I’m lost

For ideas,

I have a lot.


Alas I’m

Just a girl

Who feels just

Like a human.