Parfait  
Me, Myself, I am like a parfait  
A cup with many different layers, Every layer different.  
The bottom layer, is cold and frozen, bitter taste, a sadness that's hidden from the top, that's probably what makes a parfait so pretty  
Many different layers, Above the real, Bottom layer, Is the top layer, sweet cream and joy, juicy fruit, a welcoming presentation, decorated with kindness, who would know, that under it, would lie, a cold, dark, bottom  
Whenever somebody buys a parfait, They see the top, That beautiful top, When they pull off the cap, They still see the top  
It isn’t until you dig deeper and deeper into the parfait, you see the layer, of sadness, hidden away from everybody who will only see the parfait from the outside, the people who look at it, and think what a beautiful desert, and walk away, only the one who really cares to buy and eat it can really know the truth about the parfait, I hope to one day, Be able to share my bottom layer, With somebody special, Somebody who won’t judge the parfait for having a layer like that, Somebody who won’t judge the parfait for only being sweet on the outside, Because I too, Am like a parfait.