flavour of the month

Hey this piece is unfinished, i can't figure out what i want added to it yet, but i would love to hear you suggestions.
enjoy.


No one cares
cause I'm not the flavour of the month
no one talks about me
I'm not loved
They don't advertise me
They don't care
My flavour is past its prime
and my option I will eventually die
cause someone new came in
and became the flavour of the month



I wrote this poem in a simple straight to the point way. This poem is about how our society is so fickle about infectious disease. That people stop caring about some diseases before they are cured and leave the people suffering with them high and dry.
This poem specifically talks about how No one seems to care anymore about HIV/AIDS and there are still so many people that have it.
Now people only care about cancer and finding a way of curring it. There are treatment options for both but HIV/AIDS is killing millions of people in Africa every year and no one seems to care.

PS. please refrain from commenting on spelling. thank you.