13/10/2024
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There I lay,
On a cold flat metal tray.
Surrounding me, desserts and pastries galore,
Some with sugar dustings or intricate carvings,
Others with sprinkles, cherries and more,
The rest leave onlookers wanting.
Unlike the rest
I’m a mess –
No dazzling glaze, no one to impress,
A round of dough with nothing inside,
An empty hole that I can’t hide.
They gaze pase me, eyes on eclairs,
Whispering praises, unaware,
I hear their words, I feel despair–
I’m not enough, I don’t compare.
Yet here I lay, this simple shape,
Trying to fill the gap, trying to escape,
But no matter how much I mold my skin,
There’s still this hollow depth within.
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