Toy Story
I’m that old toy story,
You’ve heard of me before;
Read me in books, seen me in movies,
Perhaps you’ve heard my tale orally?
I’m a remains of character,
Because I was once wanted;
Played out as your hero,
And adventured with you side-by-side.
I'm what was once attached to those strings.
I once was what you saw me as,
I took whatever role you gave me
So I could see you smile.
I'm the abandoned,
ripped up doll;
The broken remains of a toy
with an antique tear tattoed on my face.
I'm the wounded soul
Because you took me as a mere plaything
And forgot to patch me back up,
To put your heartfelt band-aids on my scars.
I’m the one with the shattered heart,
Because you used to love me.
But now I’m forgotten,
And left under your bed.
I’m that old toy story,
Because it’ll happen again.
I’ll find a new owner
Who will replace you instead.
