When I’m with new people, I am the sad black licorice just waiting to be tasted by someone.
No matter how hard I try, everyone seems to choose the red.
Yet those who taste me, appreciate my eccentric flavour,
Even if it’s something they wouldn’t savour again.
When I’m on social media, I am a collection of perfectly made Sweethearts.
No matter which one you choose to enjoy, I will always have something nice to tell you.
This, because I am afraid to anger someone,
I am afraid to push someone to break my perfect pastel shape.
When I’m with my enemies, I am a pack of sweet, but evil, popping candy.
While I may look defenceless at first, those who devour me
Enjoy a sweet revenge in their surprised mouths,
And at last, notice my unexpected