[ WP ] you are a toy in a toy store .

Another day, emprisoned in this box, tied down and force to watch as children walk past and stare, they oogle, beg even cry for us. They knock us down or throw as they are denied the priveledge to take one home. 
 
 Not me I always remained on a shelf often being place elsewhere but always with the same results. I gather dust, my once clear packaged turning yellow with age. I've been stranded here for farther then I can remember forced to stare day after after days as other are picked. I've seen so many come and go. What ever could I have done to have to suffer threw all this. 
 I lost the feeling of hope long ago. That hope of getting picked left me early on. I guess it Was n't meant for now. Although one day will be my day. I will be begged for and cried over from a child. 
 One day I Butterface Barbie will be wanted.
