I gave it to you to hold and when I turned away you dropped it in the corner.

With the miscellaneous junk accumulated through the years.

Funny thing is

If this is the best that it's been,

Do I dare give it out again?

The lukewarm words

Avoiding my ears with more questions than answers

Is this a prison in my head

Is this the hell that's been given to me?

As I pick up the piece that is no longer wanted, I realize I don't want it either.