Quite unfortunate it is
When people we love
Leave us after a sudden disruption
They cannot handle our perception.
For they just can't handle
The real us, the people we truly are
Whims and fancies of theirs
They expect us to always care
For who we truly are
They are oblivious of
They just want us for them
And leave, when their interest has come to an untimely end
For such people, we just are a memory!
