Velveteen

[catching_tigers]

Some days, I wonder if I'm even real
Missed
Loved
Or just a plaything
Like any other

My mind in peices
Grasping at worn cloth and
Sparse horse hairs
Sawdust leaking from
Ripped seams

Left and forgotten
Burned from necessity
Real as the twitching whiskers
Or just something left on the shelf
Just Velveteen