Now I am 14 Years Old

You are pointless.
Why do I even still have you?
Have I outgrown you?
I may as well lock you up in my cupboard.
Better yet, through you away.
All you do is sit and stare.

My friends would think I was crazy.
Doesn’t that tell you something?
You are just a stuffed piece of fabric.
I won't known at school as the creep.
A nobody who still owns a childish toy.

But you helped me through troubled times,
You did guide me in the right direction,
You did fix all my childhood troubles.
Maybe you are not so bad after all,
But you are still just a piece of fabric that sits on my bed.

But you were there when times
got tough &
You shaped me.