• I've been manufactured improperly.

    An action figure.

    Isolated inside my prison.

    The lines aren't getting any smaller nor bigger.

    Sudden movement puts my heart to a rush.

    A journey to open arms.

    Free outside the darkness.

    I see a boy of everlasting charms.

    He admires my figure.

    Embraces my action phrases.

    Showers me with friendship.

    Joy and praises.

    Time grows older and so does he.

    He no longer sees that I exist.

    Leaves me under his feet.

    Today he wanted to resist.

    No longer I am worth to hold.

    Enjoyed constantly.

    Stuffed with his love.

    That is no longer me.

    His attention is on her.

    My comfort is taken by her.

    My joy, my heart, my spirit.

    Forever drained by the mature.

    Thrown away.

    Shifted away to the junk yard.

    A clutter population.

    Life is now extremely hard.

    The time grows older and so do they.

    There are times he knows that I exist.

    I exist in his heart.

    If I weren't so lifeless he would no longer resist...