Pretty Little Statuette

I was quite comfortable on my tidy little shelf

Oh no, no one ever wanted to pick me up

Quiet, closed, a little scary looking

The few who window shopped put me back down in favor of the other shinier ones

And that was more than alright

But then you plucked me out of the back row and took me away

Hey! I was at home there!

We walked through your front door, indignation burning through me

A nice house, sure, but not mine

I sat on your mantle, guarded, unsure

But then you smiled at me

And I felt the shutters crack a little

Fast forward a bit

Still quiet, closed, a little scary looking

But pretty and sparkling whenever you glanced at me

Fast forward a bit more...

You found another one.

Shinier maybe, maybe not. 

Didn't matter when you set it right in front of me where we couldn't see each other anymore.

I cried in the shadows like I used to every now and again when the loneliness hit me.

But I tried not to let you hear.

So you wouldn't be upset too.

One day the wind shifted and you dusted and moved that shinierornotshinier one to a different spot

And suddenly

Oh! Hey you! I almost forgot about you. You're the best prettiest sparkliest of them all!

I'm open again, and not crying, and there you are looking at me the way I've been silently craving

Until later.

When that fucking shinierornotshinier grimy little thing crawls back in front of me.

And you forget about me again.

And round and round it goes, I'm your in between nice to look at thing when there's nothing nicer in front.

I'll never get a permanent place at the front of the mantle.

I don't know how to learn to be okay with that.

I want to push them all onto the hardwood floor, but I know that would make you sad.

And you'd just buy more to put around me anyway.

You should've left me on my shelf

I didn't care when no one looked at me there