Am I Not Pretty Enough

I wash up on a beach Feeling weird as I am no longer moving A child walks past I feel optimistic until it has been many children all walking past Am I not pretty? I wonder You are pretty enough, another seashell says I was pretty enough too. Never give up on yourself. I wait patiently and wait and wait and wait and Wait! Why not me? I yell after a small boy. Finally a psychic boy! He comes back and grabs me up Stuffs me into his pocket. Where are we going? I ask another shell. An adventure called a button factory.