in the bakery, we're all pieces of cake.
customers walk in and out,
looking for one of us to pick and devour.
we, foolishly invite them.
"taste me!"
"pick me!"
desperately wanting to be eaten,
to feel alive,
no matter what the price is.
cream on top,
chocolate filling.
the better you taste,
the more likely you are to be eaten.
and that's what you want!
so you change everything to what's likeable to others.
if you fail,
you rot.
in the end, even if you're not one of the lucky ones,
you're expected to be good enough no matter what.
not like you have much of a choice now,
do you?
