Delicate
If I disappeared, very few would notice
My presence is small if even showing
That’s how I feel right now
But this will pass
I just have to acknowledge this little fact
I am never going to be normal
So how I think will also never be just that
And all this is supposed to be ok
Being the spare patch
That’s just around in case
Someone has a need
They can just use me
To temporarily cover anything they don’t want to see
Hardly appreciated
Because let’s face it,
I made it this way
I chose to be the "when ya need"
thing
At your beck and call
Always leaving behind little ol me
On those lonely play dates
With anyone but a playmate
No one ever saw worth past the distance my back could bend and curve
Just valued in the moments they needed to be served
Who am I, though
and
who did I leave behind when being played
like vinyl, every time
How many past versions have I been
that
were and were not actually mine
which I left behind
Im just a doll that bends into line, but
everything eventually wears down and breaks over time
If I vanished today
It wouldn’t make a difference
I died long ago
I’ve only been existing within this existence
The only difference would be the space on the shelf
Where odd collectibles collect dust
When they were supposedly
Too delicate to be loved and held
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