How does it feel to be underestimated? Joked around about?
I was merely a comfortable bed, ones you find in posh hotels,
That bed broke, you jumped too much on it, like a child full of ecstasy would.
Now, I look back at the mirrors, all of them,
Each one telling me different stories,
I wasn’t broken.
That, I was sure of.
Merely my presence, the comfort, the usage of it all,
~ PART II