I Will Not Be Your Teddy Bear
So you think I'm a toy, do you?
When you’ve out grown your fear of the dark,
and no longer need your faithful teddy bear,
you can remove the buttons from its face,
put them back on your jeans, and leave the poor bear blind
in the trash can, swallowed by the rotting garbage.
But don’t be fooled by the plush animal’s eyeless countenance,
empty of thought or emotion; it is looking at you
with its mind’s eye, bloodshot with the feeling of betrayal,
of forlornness, of abandonment.
I am not that teddy bear. You will not be that child.
I will not be forgotten.
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