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.