Dec 2016
I feel like a trophy.
Something to be won,
then thrown away once I begin to dull.
I feel like a trophy,
Paraded around when beautiful,
Left alone to rust and dissolve away.
I feel like a trophy,
loved at the start,
then kept only for the memories
I feel like a trophy,
Marveled at in the spotlight,
then slowly forced to share the shelf space.
I feel like a trophy,
naive enough to think
that that my next owner would treasure me.
I feel like a trophy,**
non-living, replaceable,
and disposable.
Something to be won,
then thrown away once I begin to dull.
I feel like a trophy,
Paraded around when beautiful,
Left alone to rust and dissolve away.
I feel like a trophy,
loved at the start,
then kept only for the memories
I feel like a trophy,
Marveled at in the spotlight,
then slowly forced to share the shelf space.
I feel like a trophy,
naive enough to think
that that my next owner would treasure me.
I feel like a trophy,**
non-living, replaceable,
and disposable.
I don't get it. What is wrong with me?
