Touched and Tired

Condemned To Love On The Shelf

I feel voiceless, burdened and stolen.
Like Santa fleeing through the night.
I feel like all the love I behold,
is fading from my sight.

A touch now lasting a second,
before toxically snatching away.
Now I always wake up,
preparing for a tear-filled day.

My value and worth dropping drastically,
as I continue with my burden.
Please turn the television on,
and quietly close the curtains.

You're better now, I get it.
I couldn't keep up with you.
I just hope while I am still growing,
I grow with you too.

As fragile as a Golliwog ornament.
On an adge about to shatter.
I wish we could see clearly,
to solve these constant matters.

I feel like an un-used object,
with a restraint in what I do.
To prevent my overwhelming self,
end up without you.

They may be more important than I,
and I'll always chase for your attention.
But one day I will be consumgly low,
and I will disappear with nothing to mention.