~(I vent through weird shit sometimes don't judge lol)~

Sometimes I feel like I'm just a doll.

People love me

People hug me

People play with me

But as soon as they get a new toy..

I mean absolutely nothing to them.

No matter how many batteries their new toy needs
No matter how many repairs it requires.
And no matter how many times I was the one there for them whenever things were bad

It's still better than I am

Once that toy loses their interest, suddenly I'm back in their arms again.

Only because the first option in line isn't their priority anymore.

They can apologize to me

They can tell me "How 'pretty' I am"
(Don't really like being called that anyway)

They can hug me

Tell me "How much they love me" and "How much I mean to them"

But it's fake and empty.

They don't mean it

They use that to keep me on the side so if anything happens, they still have a back-up

A mere extra

They can just trash me if they really wanted to.

They can be my whole world
And I'm..
Only thread and wool in their eyes

But I can't do anything about it...

Because I'm just a doll..

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