I am not a toy that feels nothing, when it's pushed aside. It can not feel lonely, un-loved, it doesn't wonder why. But I can. I am not a tree, it see's nothing around it, no not a thing. Face's filled with sadness, tears on a cheek, or scary things the come in the middle or a dream. But I can. I am not a stalk of corn who has ears but can not hear. It hears not the sounds of anger, or the voices of fear as they ring in its ears. But I can. I am not a stone it has no memory of the past. No mind that remembers promises that never ever last. But I can. I can do all of these without a doubt, so remember I am here. To watch and learn from all of those who I hold so dear.