A piece of her was chewed each day,
Whether small or large,
But she felt like each person took a chunk.
Yet she was so sweet,
it never swept her off her feet.
Its like they had divided her to pieces,
of hazelnut and nutmeg,
of milk chocolate and truffle.
Its like they devoured on each piece,
Her sweetness going down their throats.
With each piece gone,
enemies of progress took her steps back,
as they progressed.
She felt like “Kitkat”
One which everyone had through a chitchat.
They thwarted her progress,
slowly they would digress.
and stress yes stress,
made her lean
by the day.