Death is saddest when it hits the young

BFF

Once I had a bookmark, to keep my page,
I loved it, we were happy, reading forever, together
The stars where our playground and the sea, our bed
Everyday I would read with my bookmark, with it's yellow smily face,

Untill my spine started breaking, and
I didn't know why, suddenly I couldn't read anything, anymore
But it was my bookmark, I thought it was paper. That was lies
My bookmark, that kept my page, was made of Lego bricks

That smily face sticker peeled off, revealing a dark side
Amongst your sun bleached perfection
You marked my pages with your ugly plastic
Never again will I have a bookmark, why would I?

And to the people who tell me my bookmark
Is made of paper, I say: look at these marks
What else causes such rips and plastic smelling scars
I cannot get the smell of burning out of my pages

What should I do with my book now,
Should I rip that chapter out, you've marked every page
Everywhere I look, there is Lego, it's like my binding
Keeping me together, but holding me back

What would happen if I became a poster,
I could scream information!, Movies!, Look At Me!
But you, you would be glued over me,
Proclaiming, the next Lego movie, no one cares about my space

Or I could be a newspaper, giving everyone news,
Everyone would need me, inquisitive about the world
But my headline would always be you "New Lego headquarters"
New because I kicked you out.

So I changing myself won't matter, words will always be printed
Instead of changing maybe, I'll end your character arc,
No explanation needed, I don't need to carry useless Lego bookmarks
And you, bookmark can go break your own spine.