To Be Burned

To be unwrapped I am free

but what is that light coming instantly.

Aw! It burns my hair on fire

what did I do to deserve this.

The heat is melting me

and I am turning to liquid and ash.

My insides letting out a aroma

that could put someone in a coma.

But they seem to love the smell

that makes me wail.

I loose more and more every day.

I am slowly melting away.

I cry hot tears of pain and suffering.

Oh! What did I do to deserve this.

I will surely die.

They blow air on me so the fire will die

what is going on are they wanting me to suffer in pain.

They throw me away like trash like I am worthless

but I realize, I am a candle.