The raccoon

A raccoon, alone in the woods Waiting for her attendance To be important or needed Like the day before And before and before, back to the past The past of herself, a much naive and joyful self The days she thought all human would like her Human who noticed her existence for a moment, she thought was friendship She goes to the trash, useless items, and turn them to gift, present, symbol of her burning like a fire care For months she believes in this view From months to years Nothing couldn't have changed her mind But on a flip of a dime, it was all destroyed Dismantle, and broke apart The human didn't care about her at all Her star of her effort and appreciation of them It was for nothing, nothing at all The care of fire burn with a new hateful emotions She was stupid, naive and pathetic to the truth Told herself lies, a part of her want to still believe in the lies, the other wish she never did A few years later the same raccoon scarred and broke in her heart Never the same