Plastic eyeballs, wood fingers, strings to pull.
Never ate, But I'm always still full.
Tossed in the corner left unattended.
Feeling so sad and threatened.
Colored on, made fun of, treated like crap.
Feeling the insert of nails and wooden bones snap.
Once a favorite but now nothing at all.
The strings are cut and I begin to fall.
Carved with a smile, I cannot frown.
One forced emotion, always smiling like a clown.
Behind this creativity of man made joy.
I am something special, much more than a toy.