Not a toy

I’m not a toy,
yet everyone seems to think so.

I’m a girl.
a human.
with feelings.
you know?

Everyone thinks i’m the “newest-hottest” toy on the market.
Gives me all the love and nonstop attention
but then,
a week later or so..
a “newer” and “cooler” toy comes along
with a better sight to keep you occupied longer
and then there goes me in the trash with the other toys when you get all your plays out of them.

Totally forgotten about,
all those memories..
The long hours together ..
All completely forgotten about,
like they meant nothing.
Just because someone new came along and sparked your attention.

They forget a the end that i’m not a toy.
i’m a girl. a human.
and my feelings are now hurt.

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