They place me in the stove to prepare.
Me, a denied and hopeless cake.
Feeling the warmth, I began to bubble.
Viewing the others, I knew I was stuck in an unfortunate situation.
They opened the entryway and I began my life.
Icing me with a silver blade,
Brightening me with confection gems.
Whatever is left of my group looked like numb-skulls.
Lifting me up, she removed my wrapper.
Feeling the breeze, I needed to slap her.
Opening her mouth with gleaming teeth inside,
This was the day this cupcake passed on.