Pitiful knock-offs

(There are times I bought knock off merchandises and only realized when it has been too late, I'm often displeased but I make smaller exceptions for plushies)

You didn't choose the hands that made you,
Nor did you choose the shape you were born into,
And even though you are set for an uncertain future,
One that should have been and could have been better,
One that was reserved for those who are the ideal image,
Cuter, your better doppelgangers, such intakes,
And yourselves were left to fate,
A fate so cruel it was seemingly dictated,
Left to fend for yourself in this world so judgmental,
You weren't up to their standards, since birth, that was crucial,
You wouldn't be accepted by the lots, still why are you smiling?
You poor, unknowing creatures, your innocence tugs my heartstrings,
Alas, still, you rest here with me now,
Despite others like you out there may endure a fate bitter and sour,
Still, we are still able to rest together tonight,
Under this night, missing a moon, our spirit takes flight.

- Stu. T.H. (23:30PM November 25, 2023), dedicated to my 東方 knock-off plushies who are resting besides me. Good night, world.

Author's Note

Interpret the work to a more extensive subject if you will. Do as you wish. I oighta get my sleep schedule back together, it's almost over for Thanksgiving break...