I'm stretched too thin
Like cellophane pulled across
A crystal bowl
So tight
A single breath could break me

But it's alright
There's more of me
Tucked away in a box
Forgotten and out of sight

I'm there when I'm needed
If needed at all...

I feel almost invisible
Unwanted, unnoticed, unbearable
Insignificant

I drift like a ghost
From room to room
Looking for sympthay
A person to see me
And give me a smile

But my efforts are futile
My words are wasted
Almost like talking to a wall
I will never be heard
So it seems

Someone somewhere will someday find
A use for me
They will need me
Want me
Have to have me

For now, I'll stay in my box
Waiting for a day
Some day...
The day someone will care
To take me out