I am a closed bottle
my feelings are written as a message on paper
rolled up
and stuffed inside

i am a broken mirror
shards of glass scattered about
watch where you step

i am a piece of paper
crumple me up
and no matter how much you try
i will never be perfect again

I am the dropped penny that rolls underneath the sofa
don't bother looking for me
I'm just a penny
it isn't worth the effort

i am the old book in the far corner of the shelf
collecting dust
if you opened me and read me
you would enjoy it
but you don't
and i remained unnoticed