Sitting here quietly, up on the shelf,
A dusty old toy, sitting all by itself.
Showing a smile in hopes for some play,
But the prettier toys are up on display.
New toys get chosen, all bright and new.
The fault's all mine, not theirs, not you.
A toy that's just common, not special, not great.
The toy that's only ever second rate.
Good toys don't cry and don't ever complain,
Their stitched-on smiles shall never show pain.
They wait their turn, and that they understand,
That they don't deserve to be given a hand.
The toy shelf is full, so find your own place,
A dumb toy like me shouldn't be taking up space.
If I were gone, I know that it's true,
The shelf would be better off without me too.
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 2:39 PM UTC
Sitting here quietly, up on the shelf,
A dusty old toy, sitting all by itself.
Showing a smile in hopes for some play,
But the prettier toys are up on display.
New toys get chosen, all bright and new.
The fault's all mine, not theirs, not you.
A toy that's just common, not special, not great.
The toy that's only ever second rate.
Good toys don't cry and don't ever complain,
Their stitched-on smiles shall never show pain.
They wait their turn, and that they understand,
That they don't deserve to be given a hand.
The toy shelf is full, so find your own place,
A dumb toy like me shouldn't be taking up space.
If I were gone, I know that it's true,
The shelf would be better off without me too.
