Forever lost is my once great charm
Just another insect in a great big farm
That’s what they seem to think I am
Nothing can change, not even with smarm
Social conformities a long lost thing
As each person comes, it feels like a fling
All I know is that it wont last ’til spring
Even though I try so hard to cling
Black and blue, my ego so feels
Being kept from my former ideals
Stopped are the ever turning wheels
Here I am struggling to finish meals
Betrayed and lost, that’s what I am
Like a piece of thrown out ham
No one ever gives a damn
Maybe if I was sweet like Jam…
Stop a minute, let’s compare
Am I better as a pair?
Then again, why do I care?
And even if I did, well, where?