I feel left out and tossed aside
Like a hated birthday gift

I want to be held and loved
But I sit in the corner ignored

I pay the price for being old
For being cracked and being used

I don’t even hold your attention
I am easily dismissed for something electronic

My pretty wrapping paper is removed
I am stripped of excitement and wonder

I was doomed when I became exposed
There was no hiding my yard sale appearance

True, I was fun to play with for an hour
But soon enough you grew bored

So I was tossed into the back of the closet
Amid all the things you have outgrown

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