A loss of thought, a lack of self

I shove my feelings upon the shelf

right at the back where no one can see

that helpless empty part of me

covered in dust, as black as my heart

in a world of which I could never be part

Alone and shunned, kept far away

in hopes to be returned one day

dusted down and polished anew

to begin this life and see it through

but for now I sit here, looking down

a painted face with a bitter frown

A loss of purpose, a lack of self

Watching from high upon my shelf...

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