Poetry

Gone

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?

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