they eye a single piece of cake

I glance at all that's lined

layered, lush, and frosted

yet I'm still who's missing out

I smell bitterness in the place

taste the scent of coffee

these senses may seem agitated

but am I the only one awake?

the chief's ingredients are carefully handpicked

each treat topped to fit its debut

but a chocolate glaze doesn't
always say sweet

nor a pretty face mean a pretty soul

an array filled with the classics,

one too bold and all that's grand

with the clang of a fork

is devoured in the same measly manner

**a/n: DON'T you just HATE stereotypes? I am perfectly normal and SO is everyone else but where does all the fuss come from? Please, we've all been through pretty rough situations already. spread love not hate

hugs and humanity
-dilagmakata**