Easy
I am the thing which everyone has, I consider myself Beautiful and Full of Joy, But the way I am treated Boy O Boy. I am mostly there but no one notices me, I try to prove my worth but nobody’s there to see. They say I Suck, that I resemble Hell, But when I am about to go then it rings their Bell. Some consider me terrible and Hard, But when I am lost they send their Regard. Many don’t realize I’ll not be there Forever, That I will return Never. But it’s already too late to say goodbyes When I flash before their eyes.
Difficult
At first, I am nothing. Add something to negate. Add again to oppose. Add again to find the time to draw. Add once more to find nobody at all.
Difficult
It's usually found dried, but often kept slicker. Above another need, it's said to be thicker. What is it?
