Do you ever feel like a toy?
Like that little child,
That owns you,
Loves throwing you around.
Their pet dog rips off your limbs,
And as you scream,
No sound leaves you lips,
Because you've a sewn on smile?
That child has left you in the park,
It's been days.
You're covered in dirt.
You're soaking wet.
You're useless now.
A new owner sees you,
They pick you up,
Ask their parent if they can take you.
That adult is convinced that you'll be in good hands.
You're relieved.
You're free of germs,
Free of the owner that left you behind.
You love your new owner,
Now they're treating you the same,
As the previous one did.
So you wish you were never chosen,
Never picked up,
Never paid for,
Never sat on that shelf,
Never even manufactured.
Do you feel like a toy?
Are you telling me you do?
Even though you can't empathise,
With even a single syllable of this?
You've been chosen,
You've been thrown around,
Given a short relief,
And now you're torn apart once more.
The owner's tears?
They're only crocodile tears.
They don't care,
So now they'll only cry as they tear you apart,
With that twisted smile they wear so well.
Tell me,
Do you feel like a toy?
Or is this only in my head?
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Just A Mess
PoesiaI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
