I am not beautiful, i am just a donut, sitting on a shelf, wondering if anyone will notice me, people pass by me but no one ever gives me a single glance, out of all the delicious goodies in tim hortons they all choose coffee every morning, sometimes they look in my direction, but instead of choosing me they choose my neighbour the timbits, maybe one day someone will take me home with them, maybe I'll just sit on this shelf until I'm as dry as a dessert, but until then I'll just keep waiting, for that is the life of a tim hortons donut. 😔🍩

I lay here upon the shelf as the employees turn off the lights and head home for the night, once everyone is gone the shelves become noisy, the other donuts chatter and talk about their day, they laugh and sing and have a great time together, i watch them from my shelf, i try to smile but can't, I'm all alone, no one to talk to, no one to ask how my day went or if i did anything fun today, usually my own shadow keeps me company, but when the lights go out my shadow goes home, many people hate being alone, they hate having no one, but I've spent my entire life alone so...I've gotten used to it, but once those lights turn on and my shadow returns for another daily visit i will be happy once again.

Morning soon comes I wait patiently for the lights to come on, I look at the time, five fifty nine, at exactly six an employee will come into the store and turn on the lights, once they do me and my shadow will be reunited once more, then I will be less lonely, seven o clock hits, then seven thirteen, then seven thirty seven…no lights turn on, no employee enters the store, people don’t fill the store, but silence and loneliness do, once again I am alone, all by myself on this cold metal shelf, with each moment that passes I am forgotten, no one seems to notice me, do I even exist, or am I just meant to never be happy, I begin to cry, not caring if anyone laughs at me for it, the only emotion I feel is sadness. the lights don’t turn on and i spend the entire day in darkness.

I sit there doing the same routine for the same time, just waiting and not caring if anyone even notices me, i sigh, not noticing the figure standing behind me, I hear a voice call out to me, I assume it’s a figment of my imagination but decide to check anyway, once I turn around I can’t believe what I’m seeing, it’s…another donut, one that looks just like me, it looks at me with the sweetest smile I have ever seen “Are you ok?” It asks me politely, I can’t help but smile and respond with a shaky but somewhat happy voice “yes, I am happy, and I will no longer be sad” a tear forms in the donuts eye “me too”