I'm infuriated.
Nay, I'm beyond infuriated.
I'm seething with restrained anger.
For thirteen long, dreadfully long years,
I kept you little brat company.
And what do I get in return?
An army of dust bunnies and
other friends forgotten
in the haste to grow up.
I stayed by your side.
I let you saturate my cotton body with your tears
and your disgusting snot.
I listened for hours about your day.
I listened to you whine about not getting a new toy
for Christmas
Or how your mother
Wouldn't let you watch television.
I kept you sane kid!
And now you thrust me under the bed?
That is your thanks to me?
Well you know what buster,
You're up there alone crying
Without me to comfort you.
If you would take me out from here
I'd forgive you.
But no.
you sob and sob
into that pillow.
What's it gonna do?
It can't smile at you
and tell you its gonna be okay.
It doesn't fit perfectly in the crook of your arm,
nor does it fit inconspicuously in a backpack.
Its not there for you all day, just at night.
Does it comfort you at your best?
Does it praise your goodness?
No.
It in return gives you comfort to your nightmares.
I was your protector,
I saved you from those nightmares,
I drove them away.
I snuggled my little cat body against yours,
taking your nightmares as my own.
I gave you so much.
The strength to move on,
to smile.
I gave you a reason to laugh!
I gave you my love. And you threw it away.
You broke my heart kid.
I love you still,
and I'm stuck here,
unable to chase your demons away.
It kills me to not be able to comfort you,
it kills me to hear your solitude.
