I feel so cold
Didnt do what I was told
I am just myself
Now I'm put
Upon the shelf
No one stops
To take me with them
No one bothers or looks
For a reason
To take me in
And love me
For who I truly am
So I sit here
Upon the shelf
This is my punishment
Of being myself
Waiting, waiting
For someone else


 
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