I thought it wouldn't affect me,
I thought it would just forget me.
But, here I am, deficiency.

I used to come in plenty,
But bulk was never break.
My heart never ached.
But, here I am, broken.

I was an easy read,
the pages were never torn.
The words were never worn.
But, here I am, loosely.

I had a world to give,
my own little placement.
I'd invite you back..

But, even I left it.