Delicate

If I disappeared, very few would notice My presence is small if even showing That’s how I feel right now But this will pass I just have to acknowledge this little fact I am never going to be normal So how I think will also never be just that And all this is supposed to be ok Being the spare patch That’s just around in case Someone has a need They can just use me To temporarily cover anything they don’t want to see Hardly appreciated Because let’s face it, I made it this way I chose to be the "when ya need" thing At your beck and call Always leaving behind little ol me On those lonely play dates With anyone but a playmate No one ever saw worth past the distance my back could bend and curve Just valued in the moments they needed to be served Who am I, though and who did I leave behind when being played like vinyl, every time How many past versions have I been that were and were not actually mine which I left behind Im just a doll that bends into line, but everything eventually wears down and breaks over time If I vanished today It wouldn’t make a difference I died long ago I’ve only been existing within this existence The only difference would be the space on the shelf Where odd collectibles collect dust When they were supposedly Too delicate to be loved and held