That last piece of cake The one that everyone wants You could have gotten a piece before it was all gone But you waited until the last second And then it vanished
They all wanted that piece They wanted to save it But someone rudely took it away Just like that
Then, a new cake was made Fresh with perfection And that last piece of cake was forgotten
*Just like I was
Kind of a strange poem, more of just an extended metaphor. Structured strangely, I'll probably go back and edit it later