Trapped in Metal

In the center of the room up against the wall,
Stands unaccompanied a large wooden shelf,
Filled with pictures, rewards, and in the center of it all
I stand alone, a shiny metal figure of myself.

Pictures, medals, and rewards of perfection to my left and my right:
None will read my name, for here I just don’t matter.
Instead, mine are hidden in the back, way out of site,
As I balance on the shelf, just waiting to shatter.

“Oh she’s gorgeous,” people walk by and say,
While I remain smiling back, and dying inside.
“Let them see that I’m more than a figure,” I pray,
But in reality it won’t happen, no matter how much I try.

I am surrounded by the best, what I never will be
Those who are so marvelous they deserve a crown.
And they see nothing when they look at me
Then I choke on my words as they fade while I drown.

So what am I to them? Well, nothing but a decoration
That they put on the shelf for all to see
And that is my sole purpose, and reason for creation
And that is all I ever will be

All day and all night I stand lonely on this shelf
A mere trophy collecting dust
Praying for the day when I can break free
From being trapped in this cold, silver plating
Till then, I stand a prisoner just waiting and waiting.

Trapped in Metal

AliciaAnn1588

Joined February 2008

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