Toys With Hearts

You’re an adult but miss being a kid , tired of a life requiring responsibility to get far

You decide to hide from it all and commit to just being a big kid but how with no toys

When you were younger your toys were your friends , stuffed animals and action figures 

Before meeting you they all were nameless and hostage to a lonely retailers shelf 

You felt connected as a mother giving birth to a childhood as you gave them purpose 

Naming each and everyone, allowing them to tag along in all of your adventures 

But that was then and this is now, how ridiculous you would appear with made up pals 

Voiceless and choice-less, it’s just not the same kind of fun it was in your childhood 

So now you contemplate and sit and ponder, it suddenly hits you like a bag of bricks: LEGOS 

Toys with hearts is what you desire, with brains, with voices and real life emotions

So quickly you get excited realizing the possibilities of a completely filled toy-box 

Is it fair to them to use them for your satisfaction as you toy with their emotions for fun 

Nicer to some than others but the ultimate mission is to get them to ride your coattail

Never out for their benefit but rather yours as you see them as your childhood toys 

At your dispersement as you see fit for your emotions and personal self benefits  

And when they realize it and get fed up, they move on but your not bothered by this at all 

Because just as a child it was only a matter of time before you outgrew them one by one 

Then on to the next big hit, the next big trend and the old toys left to take the hit, ALONE 

Well these real life toys have hearts and it’s just not the same as they are being tore apart 

But you could careless as you witness the pain and agony you force them to face 

As they lay in pieces astray, your mind has already moved on , gone without a trace 

Well in time this may seem to work as you get your socks off to others hurt 

But the reality is the play dates will come and go but before you know it’ll be to late 

You’re a narcissist, not a kid and the real victims aren’t your friends but rather you 

They tried to help and tried to get you to see but your to into yourself to ever care 

A lifetime of new acquaintances is your life sentence as you are always losing loved ones 

All the misfits you have offended all pray for the day you can finally grow up 

Because regardless the pain you have caused them they are toys with hearts 

They bleed, they cry, they can relate, they can hate but they choose not too 

Because your not worth any of their emotions and that’s why you don’t deserve 

Toys with hearts because there’s no such thing, it just doesn’t exist 

They are people and you’re a
F❤️CKING NARCISSIST, with an empty toy box