Unwanted, I feel unwanted like a useless plastic bag floating in the wind. I feel invisible like an unwanted painting on a white slit canvas that's been torn and damaged by years lying on a rose coloured wall, drenched in water, and chewed by toddlers Ive felt and breathed my own rejection, a reflection I once knew, I see no more. Wings once there, now clipped and rugged, the me I once knew.. where is she now?I bite my tongue, and fear what I see, perhaps a beast, but inside of me. I'm left here with the little faith I have, shaking, wishing to fly, but never able to soar. Never to believe in myself, once more, I feel worthless and misplaced like I could be erased from this place any moment and it wouldn't matter. Because I'vebecame a toy on the top shelf of the store. Seen, yet unwanted.
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