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What I See

Since I was little I'd personify objects  
From dolls, to plants, to personal projects  
But not in a way all the little girls did  
Instead  
I'd try to reveal the meaning each thing hid  

I'd only notice the inanimate arbitrarily discarded  
I would think of how they were cherished before they departed  
 
Or the amount of happiness that once belonged  
Love was weak but only one could move along  
 
And so the world spins around sustaining unworthy people  
Who burn pieces of life to build something feeble  
 
Buying happiness from scraps of hard work made into something cheap  
Only coveted for the seconds of joy that comes with a sweep  
I always had this notion that people can toss anything  
So long as there was something new and shiny waiting  
 
These trains would flow endlessly through my brain at night  
When I'd bring up mounted galleries woven into my mind  
 
Plants I saw rooted and separated from the soil  
Left on the curb cause the owners couldn't bother to toil  
Pots bashed in from some teens' raucous night out  
I'd think of how life bashes the same when children are thrown out  
With joys to be had all about...  
 
Yes I was always a strange being  
Who never saw value in pretty things  
Always looking at what was thrown away  
To see what humanity had to say  
 
Selfishly consuming more while always keeping less  
Yes  
This is what I see in place of a simple tattered dress  
 
There are mountains made of metal and plastic underground  
You'd think the peaks were natural if it weren't for the smell you found  
 
Every time I saw a disheveled stuffy all fluffy  
I'd think of the cars who drove away from their running puppies  
All the sorrow that one must unwillingly feel  
When abandonment isn't a nightmare but something SO real  
 
Perhaps it is cause we grew up with shit  
But it seems my siblings never worried about it  
And to this day even a simple lost shoe  
Brings childish thoughts gushing back into view  
 
Dumbass allusions to concepts flow in unwanted  
But what can I say  
I am hopelessly taunted.
Written by BabydoII (Itty Bitty)
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Author's Note
Night night!
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