I don't know where to begin...I've so many emotions. Some of them conflicting. Most make my heart hurt when I think on it and the people those emotions are connected to.
I feel ignored by you. Like you are outgrowing the need for me slowly but ever so surely. It's like I'm a little doll that you used to treasure and carry everywhere and now...you're moving upwards. Upwards and away. I feel it slipping.
I feel not as important as you. I don't know how else to word it. It's like you have this ultra important life saving life altering mercy granting mission and I the mission I have is to not drool into my food and not make crude hand gestures.
I feel forsaken by you.
A disposable accessory.
A momentary distraction.
A fleeting glimpse in passing.
I am important, though. I have a purpose. I know I'm disposable to many people. The pill you need when the symptoms of boredom and loneliness pay you a visit and all your other pills have run out and lost their effectiveness.
I, too, have an expiration date. You'll find that out.