by Charli Charles

Created on: April 19, 2010

Why does she bully me?

Never lets me go Technological

Importance she says but excuses an Irony.

But when she sights me on the track,

When John comes,

She leaves me on the track.

What is my value to her?

A toy, Doll or Machine

But when I ask, who am I to you?

She smiles and says, “Important”

But I wonder, does she mean the truth?

Are these lies she utters?

My thoughts are kept to myself

She will never truly answer it, just a smile

And three Syllables.

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