I Write Poetry

[b]The Stuffed Animals on the Shelf[/b]

There they sit upon my shelf,
More like decorations than anything else,
They see me walk by with barely a glance towards them.

They cry out in silence,
Feeling rejected more than a human could stand,
But then they aren't human any more than a plant.
Those stuffed animals on the Shelf,
They pray I don't throw them out,
They rejoice each year I grow up and let them stay right there,
To them it shows I still care.