Bereft

Ne'er in a moment did perfection come to call. I cry - how'd I manage to lose it all? I'm nothing, in case you forget. Aspire back to something - what you don't see is what you never get. Who needs happiness, who requires hope? Bread, butter? Clothes, tears? Pah! I scoff at those who might need these things. I mean, look at me. I seem to be just fine. (But what I wouldn't give for just one of those to be mine....)