So maybe I am a little vain

I am beautiful like flowers
That the bumblebees die to sting.
They die to pierce me
So many times over.
But I am beautiful.



I am sweet like powdered sugar
Sweet like the burned sucrose at the bottom of the pan
When you take the cake out.
They use me and then
I am worthless.
But I am sweet.



I am the last piece of candy in the Halloween bag
That nobody wants.
I am the raindrop that cancels elementary school recess.
I hold myself close because no one else cares enough to do it for me
But, somehow, I still manage to feel a little lonesome.