Broken Toy
By Maharet
Useless, used, broken toy Old, forgotten, destroyed Tag on my back Made in hell God’s mistake I’m about to break Unwinding knob The screw no longer turns Hands and legs falling to the floor Head rolling out the door I begin to dissemble Right from the middle I lie My plastic heart just shattered trash Doesn’t exist Yet I wonder What if it could? If I can’t hear Then what’s this noise inside my head? If I can’t feel Then what’s this pain inside my chest? If I can’t be real Then what is this inside me? Just thoughts humans think A toy isn’t what I’m meant to be I wish I were real Someone special might like me then Fairy god mother Make my dream come true Make me the perfect girl For someone to love and hold onto Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 04:29 PM PST, Kimberly I. Hunt 18 • 0 • 12
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