Toy Box

When you reach into that toy box, so alone despite all of its use,
You pull out a teddy bear to comfort you. You squeeze its soft fur,
Whisper your pain into its stuffing. You dry your tears with its arm,
And then when you're done, you place it back into the toy box and forget about it.

When you reach into that toy box, so alone despite all of its use,
You pull out a yo-yo to have fun with. You slip the string around your index finger,
Watch with amusment as it rises and falls at your command. You play with it until you become bored,
And then when you're done, you place it back into the toy box and forget about it.

The toy box will stay there, always waiting for you. It won't ever feel that fullness of friendship, though.
It won't ever feel that what it's being used for is real. For it knows that when the moment comes,
You will give those feelings to real people, not the soggy teddy bear or tangled yo-yo that lie
Abandoned and abused.