Lost among dirty jeans and discarded novels
What a childhood you must have had
Growing up alongside mice and stale coffee
So close to being discovered countless times.
Every night that I do a running leap onto the bed
And talk well past when the lights are extinguished
I thank the almighty monster in the sky
That I have a place in society
People believe in my existence
My name is spoken on the lips of adults
Without a smirk or a scowl
How similar are we
Forgotten by the great and governed by impulses
Sometimes after the phone has returned to its chair
And the sheets have warmed to my touch
I lie and wonder where the monster ends
And the human begins
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