Shaped

I was told I was shaped as an hour glass.

As in time running out

As in my gradient slowly slipping away.

I was told I was shaped as a pear.

As in sweet like candy.

As in my existence forgotten by most.

I was told my figure was rounded.

As in talented.

As in likeable.

But I guess it depends who you ask.

because to some I relate easily

but to others, they never even catch my name.

Instead they will call me by my shape

and forget my face.

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