But what of me, standing in the corner,

Hidden in the shadow.

Placed there unwilling,

Listening to the conversation flow.


Never do I ever want to hear another word

Spoke about me, and spoken out of turn.

Tossed away, a forgotten toy,

In the shadows in the corner of the room.


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