Here I am, running, yet again. You know they say beauty is a curse, well I am a prime example of that. They see blue frosted donuts with sprinkles, and I see people’s faces morph into rapacious smiles while I run like the wind afterward. I remember those days when I was made. Everything was so sweet around me. There were mounds of glistening glazes, fruity frostings, and so many sprinkles. They even put me in those safe boxes, but life is all about change. Don’t worry though I’ll make it out this time too just like the last ten times.