I am

I am the forgotten toy.
The broken doll hidden from sight,
my porcelain face shattered and sad.

I am the puzzle piece that doesn't fit.
The one with the extra unexpected curve,
preventing you from seeing the whole picture.

I am the tears that fall from your eyes.
The silent ones that no one else sees,
Far more powerful than the loudest sobs.

I am the shadow.
The one that follows you around,
silent but constantly watching.

I am the girl.
The one you gave away,
waiting for a sliver of hope.