The First Bite

I sat and took a look around
It was an awful choice,
Should I just sit and let it go
Or give my feelings voice?

I left it in the kitchen
On the table there,
You walked right it and took it,
You left the table bare.

I needed it, you know I did,
But it didn't bother you
To walk on up and grab it,
And leave me feeling blue.

Now I can just forget the thing
Or I can raise some Cain,
But if I speak out, will it seem
That all I do is complain?

Okay, I've decided. I'll have to let it go,
It just isn't worth a fight.
Just promise when you cook the cake
You'll give me the first bite!