They come. They hug. They go.
I sit there with my arms stretched out, my sophisticated demeanour being the only factor differentiating me from a scarecrow...a constant smile pasted on my face like static on a television screen.
I listen to them when they want to speak. I speak when they want to listen. I wipe their tears when they cry and laugh with them when they are happy. I allow them to have me around when they are alone and need company. I allow them to keep me aside when they have others to give them company.
They say I am adorable. They say I am sweet. They say I am their best friend. Am I? Really?
Or...am I just a Teddy Bear?
Do they know that deep inside all the sponge, there is a heart? ... a heart pretty much like theirs? Do they realize...
that I can 'feel' as much as they do?
that I want them to listen to me as much as I listen to them?
that I want to hug and be hugged not just when they feel like, but also when I feel like?
that I cannot switch roles between a Teddy and a Punching Bag as and when people want me to?
that just because my black buttony eyes do not shed tears, it does not mean that I don't need a shoulder once in a while?
that I too want to be able to express my feelings and emotions when I feel like, without being like a petrified investor constantly monitoring the volatility of their emotional stock exchange?
that affection is neither for charity nor on sale?
that I want them to be my best buddies in the truest sense?
Do they realize? ... Will they ever realize? ... I don't know.
However, what I do know is that... I don't want to be a Teddy Bear anymore.
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