My teddybear is my best friend You may think that I'm caught in my childhood Maybe that I'm just immature But this teddybear has been here for me throughout all my years Beginning from when my father gifted it to me at the age of 7 Leading up to my fathers death at the age of 12 All the way until now.. at the age of 18 This teddybear is sentimental and seen to me as a blessing Each night that I used to be crushed in between my thoughts Begging for a way out of my mind, my bear held my hand He clutched my heart with such pureness, and would indicate me to take my time to heal My teddybear is the representation of my father.