𝕀’𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘…

I’ve been standing up straight for far too long,

the lack of respect and attention is altogether wrong.

The circulation in my spine is nonexistent,

as I feel jealous and illy reminiscent.

I want to be held and gently considered,

but instead, I’m yellowed and withered,

for I am a dusty old book, stuck on the corner of a shelf, that hasn’t been read in a very, very long time.