Why would any child

Want a broken toy;

One that has been abused

From years of use

And mistreatment?

None would;

Not unless it was something

Valuable, something cool.

So why would anyone want me

In my broken, destroyed,

Overemotional state?

Unlike the toys,

I haven't been touched.

Instead, I was unappealing,

So I still sit on the shelves.

Why would anyone want me,

Who cries over little, stupid things;

Who has irrational fears

That keep me from easy tasks;

Who is obsessive, clingy;

Who gets my feeling hurts

Every couple of minutes;

Who says sorry to the point

Of pissing other people off?

I have no reason to be like this;

But yet, it is me.