Why so I still hang onto these stuffed animals?
They're not real, and they never will be.
At least, that's what everyone tries to tell me.
They don't know my pain,
They don't understand the game.
The game of My Life, the game that I do not wish to play.
These stuffed animals kept me sane.
They listened to me whenever I spoke of my day.
I could tell them anything, even the deepest darkest secrets I'd never tell a soul.
They would listen and never judge,
Why can't everyone else be this way?
Talk of friends they say,
Tell about your best friend when you were little.
What friends? What fun days?
I was a lonely child who was, and still is, stuck in her ways.
My stuffed animals were my only friends,
They were the ones that took away my pain,
Not some other child who never came my way.
I've never felt safer,
I've never felt calmer,
Never do I panic, when I hold one of my stuffed animals close.
I talk to it, I listen to it,
It has a voice you see,
They all do, they really do,
You just have to listen real close when they have something to say.
Theses stuffed animals are the only friends I have,
Even now when I'm eighteen and about to go on my way.
Sure I don't mind, being stuck at home all day,
But I have to admit, I'm lonely, lonely for some attention from a person.
But I am fine with my stuffed animals here, they keep me close and never lie.
They tell the truth and I hear what they say,
Even if I want to be away.
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From Inside Myself
PoetryPoems I have written in my hard times and easy times. My worst and my best, close to death and one with life. Inspired by anything around me that had an impact with me the most. Words that flowed from my pen or pencil, letting my heart do the talkin...
