When I was young
no one said a thing.
My awkward nature
made love mature,
they swore, I needed
no cure. Outbursts,
treated like a kitten.
They just laughed,
never listened.
As I fell to the floor,
They were smitten.
But years go on,
No longer a Siren
singing her song.
Youth fades,
and suddenly
they're asking me
what's wrong.
Concerned,
I may fall, but
no one ever calls.
For I'm no longer
cute or quirky,
just a burden to all.



© Ray-N-Love
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