You continue to stare at me.

But not with the eyes I saw before.

For there was happiness and excitement when you looked at me

Through the front window of the toy store.

Now, your face was blank—

Like I am nothing but an eyesore

You grab my right arm with your right hand

And raise me high above your head.

Your grip is tighter than usual

And unlike when you used to hug me on bed.

You swing me back and forth; my shoulders tear—

If I were human I would have bled.

You hold me at eye’s level

And move your face closer to mine.

Will you kiss me again

And make me taste those lips of sweet red wine?

But to my surprise, you spit!

Your acidic saliva burns and stabs me like tine.

You throw me into the trash bag

And get ready for work with joy.

I can see a portion of your face at the mirror—

Smirking as if to annoy.

My heart cries out and shouts but you do not hear.

That’s right. Because now to you; I am nothing but just a useless plain old toy.