In With the New, Out With the Old

 

Can't really describe the excitement of getting that new toy

It's perfect in every way, nothing else could even begin to come close

It came in a beautiful and colourful box, carefully wrapped with care

You could barely contain your joy when you got to finally see it in person

It's been a while, and you're still trying to figure out the new toy

It has a confusing manual in a language you can barely understand

It doesn't really seem to listen to you or what you want

It's a toy that plays with you, not one that you play with

But how can you stop trying when that toy seems to be so perfect? 

It's beautiful, and it's exactly what you want people to see you with

It's THE doll. It gets to sit prim and pretty on top of your favourite desk

While the rest of your toys gather dust in the back of an old cupboard 

A teddy bear tries to peek outside the cramped cupboard sometimes 

Every time the door opens, it sees the shiny new toy basking in all its glory

It can't help its jealousy when you shower the new toy with so much love

While the teddy bear's faded pink fur becomes more matted by the day

No matter what your old teddy bear got you through, 

No matter how many nightmares it held your hand through, 

Still you only ever seem to want the shiny new toy now

So what is the teddy bear gonna do now? Are you done with it? 

Yes, the teddy bear is fluffy 

But you care only for sleek

What about the teddy bear's warm hugs? 

And its cuddly and comfy tummy? 

What warmth will you get from your new shiny, slim toy? 

What will you rest your head on when you feel so tired

That you want to just lie down for the rest of eternity? 

Will your new doll understand what to do when you're upset? 

The teddy bear's soft tummy is there for you to rest your weary head on

Its fur remembers all your pain and every time you hated the world 

It still bears the streaks of your tears from when the world hurt you

It knows you're still tired, it still sheds tears for you, even now

It was ready to welcome you back with open arms and all the love

But it wonders if it should come back if you ever change your mind

Should it go through it all over again the next time you have a new toy? 

How can it let go of the painful memories that it can't seem to forget? 

It's no stranger to tears, not at all new to people leaving it behind

But it still can't stop feeling hurt when you flaunt the shiny new doll

It wonders if you've outgrown it, if the purpose of its existence is over

It feels it has no value anymore, not for you or anyone else in the world

But it still can't seem to move on from you

It can't get a shiny new toy for itself 

Nor can it become a shiny new toy 

All it does is remember you and cry

Its tears sap the colour out of its fading fur

It's shrinking a little every day that goes by

It doesn't have the energy to keep its form intact

Will you remember it when it reduces to nothing?