Not Your Typical Literary Masterpiece: AKA My Mood

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I'm not your favourite anymore,
Just a caricature of what I was before.
I made a light that burned too bright,
Blinded you, stole your sight,
But now the fire burned me through,
Damn, now there's nothing left to do.

I'm not your favourite anymore,
I denied that I ever was, of course.
But now it's clear, isn't it?
I'm just a broken toy, no longer fit.
Not that doll you'd reach for,
Not the one you'd adore.

I'm not your favourite anymore—
Just a sad little show,
A party of pity and the fool you know.
That fall, that damn crash,
Turned everything to worthless ash.
I'm so last season
Was I a fleeting lesson?
And now you question, doubt,
Every single thing I gave,
Every toothpick tower I worked to save—
Gone with the faintest gust,
Back on the cold, hard floor of distrust.

I'm not your favourite,
It's her again.
No matter how hard I fight or bend,
I'm the disgust, the waste, the shame,
The failure you dare not name.
I don't mean a thing, not anymore.
I'm just the mistake you sweep from the floor.

You say you're sleepless cause of me—
All the mishaps are cause of me-
the burdens are all from me-
Everyone's upset cause of me-
It's all about me


You think I'm a sadist, nothing more.
Apparent I find comfort in seeing you crawl more.
Oh, you say it's for my sake,
That you freaking break
But I'm not blind, I see the sour.
I hear your hollow words pour.

I'm not your Favourite anymore
I'm just the puppet you thrash some more,
The actress on stage from long ago—
Not the child you scarred,
Not the one you used to know.
I'm not your favourite anymore,
I pick myself up to stop the bore.

I am what you need, what you mould,
I'll smile through it all, do as I'm told.
Just love me enough, so guilt finds me,
When I'm not enough,
When I'm too blind to see.
That I'm not good enough
That I don't deserve you

So this lazy wreck,
This broken toy,
Can stand up again—
And play the role of joy.

For you.