Oh they call me many things

They call me by many names

But only out of absentmindedness and

Not because I’ve fame.

They call me “Suga,”

‘Cause I’m “sweet as cherry pie.”

But why they’ll ne’er remember my name…

Well, honestly, I can’t tell you why.

Maybe my face isn’t memorable;

My charm perhaps unpolished.

My smile a mere smirk,

Not dazzling but sadly tarnished.

Perhaps I’m just not outgoing enough,

Or my curves not curvy as they should…

Or maybe they just choose to look past…

Although I wish they would see me,

I wish they would.

I can think of all that I could offer.

I could give the world if they’d let me try.

But the fact that they look by in laughter,

Brings these eyes to a dreary,

Miserable

               … cry.