Life is no cake – a poem

Forget licking the chocolate frosting of the cake,
it isn’t so amazing in everything’s wake.
You don’t get any,
friends, you got some got good ones but there aren’t many.
Bless you two, who are far away in the US.
I didn’t forget about us.
If I upset you through my poem,
then I’ll take full responsibility,
I didn’t mean to hurt you.
I only want to go home.
No sir, life isn’t a cake,
the dough is raw,
poorly did it bake.
There is nothing sweet about it,
I am bipolar and try to commit,
but in the end, it’s serious shit.

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