Dust has gathered around my place, I never move and no one ever looks at me. I am broken and damaged beyond repair. So I idle my days away in the same spot on the same shelf and watch as people pass me by.
Where is my chance? When will I have a home of my own with someone to love me? No one even bothers they can see that I am broken. Everyone is looking for the new and amazing and I am old and broken so here I sit on my shelf day by day.
I hope against hope that someone will see the beauty in me. But they never look past the exterior, all they see it the broken man, they turn away and choose someone else. It has to be perfect with no mar or scar, and here I am broken and battered.
No one wants me and I guess no one will. So as the dust gathers around me and people pass me by day after day. All I can do is dream and hope.