You’re an adult but miss being a kid , tired of a life requiring responsibility to get far
You decide to hide from it all and commit to just being a big kid but how with no toys
When you were younger your toys were your friends , stuffed animals and action figures
Before meeting you they all were nameless and hostage to a lonely retailers shelf
You felt connected as a mother giving birth to a childhood as you gave them purpose
Naming each and everyone, allowing them to tag along in all of your adventures
But that was then and this is now, how ridiculous you would appear with made up pals
Voiceless and choice-less, it’s just not the same kind of fun it was in your childhood
So now you contemplate and sit and ponder, it suddenly hits you like a bag of bricks: LEGOS
Toys with hearts is what you desire, with brains, with voices and real life emotions
So quickly you get excited realizing the possibilities of a completely filled toy-box
Is it fair to them to use them for your satisfaction as you toy with their emotions for fun
Nicer to some than others but the ultimate mission is to get them to ride your coattail
Never out for their benefit but rather yours as you see them as your childhood toys
At your dispersement as you see fit for your emotions and personal self benefits
And when they realize it and get fed up, they move on but your not bothered by this at all
Because just as a child it was only a matter of time before you outgrew them one by one
Then on to the next big hit, the next big trend and the old toys left to take the hit, ALONE
Well these real life toys have hearts and it’s just not the same as they are being tore apart
But you could careless as you witness the pain and agony you force them to face
As they lay in pieces astray, your mind has already moved on , gone without a trace
Well in time this may seem to work as you get your socks off to others hurt
But the reality is the play dates will come and go but before you know it’ll be to late
You’re a narcissist, not a kid and the real victims aren’t your friends but rather you
They tried to help and tried to get you to see but your to into yourself to ever care
A lifetime of new acquaintances is your life sentence as you are always losing loved ones
All the misfits you have offended all pray for the day you can finally grow up
Because regardless the pain you have caused them they are toys with hearts
They bleed, they cry, they can relate, they can hate but they choose not too
Because your not worth any of their emotions and that’s why you don’t deserve
Toys with hearts because there’s no such thing, it just doesn’t exist
They are people and you’re a
F❤️CKING NARCISSIST, with an empty toy box