• I am happy. I am sad.
    I am good. I am bad.
    What am I?
    Not food. Not Cloth.
    Not pan nor pot.

    I can feel. I cannot.
    I can speak but not talk.
    What am I?
    Not insect. Not spider.
    Yet treated like either.

    I can see. I am blind.
    Just what is wrong with my mind?
    Can you not see? Can you not tell?
    I wish to be released from this eternal hell.
    I am trapped in this cell.
    Like a cub without a mother. Here I remain and suffer.

    What am I?
    Do I exist? Or do not?
    Just how long will I rot?
    Here I stay, locked away in storage.
    Within the back of ones mind I lay dormant.
    Unnoticed. Unwanted. Unloved.

    Is this how it should be?
    Is this what you wanted for me?
    I loved you and this is how it ends.
    I can love. I cannot.
    I have blood. I lack a heart.
    I am skin. I am bone.
    I am water. I am stone.

    ...Who am I...?