me

this is well me

Little children smiled and played,

All but me, I was locked away,

I don't recall ever existing for myself;

It's a pointless thing to do,

I feel I do not live,

But I continue to grow for you,

You have always kept jars on your special shelf,

Full of things I cannot touch or understand,

But you once told me,

I would be on that shelf,

If I was not a careful child,

Are you surprised at how I have turned out?

I am only everything you've made me to be, father.

But I'm still not the child you want.

 

Author's Note

sorry this is very bad