You store me in your little box, all hidden and safe, from the all the other boys.

Like a trinket all shiney; yet, playful like you’re favorite toy.

Though you see my shine; I will never glimmer enough.

Though I play; I will never be sufficient for your game, Oh so rough.

I can’t hear your laughs, my lid is too tight.

I can’t see your smile, it is always night.

I’ll lie here; stored away, so safely.

Always waiting, for the next day that I am able to break free.

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