I am sitting here on this stand


I am sitting here on this stand
This cold, dark stand.
I know I will never get a nice, bright and, shiny spot
Those are reserved.
For the pretty pumpkins
Alas, I will never be a pretty pumpkin
But why let my shape decide my worth?
Because I am beautiful on the inside
That is what counts. Right?
The light inside me is growing dimmer.
Would I ever get picked?
Or do I have to spend the rest of my life
Watching pumpkins get picked over me.
Seeing people point at me and laugh
Who would ever want a messed-up pumpkin?
I will wait for the right person to come rescue me
From this soul crushing place
But for now
I am sitting here on this stand
This cold, dark stand.

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