Why are you standing there

you tethered bear

just staring back at me?

Your tethered hair

so patchy there

that I can barely see,

the teddy bear

they made with care

then packaged carefully,

sitting there

still wrapped with care

you waited patiently.

Caged up there

for all to stare

he chose you carefully.

You were his teddy bear

once made with care

but made to bear his needs.

 

Made to bear

his lack of care

His lack of decency.

Made too bare

He left you there

so tethered at the seams.

 

Why are you standing there

you tethered bear

just staring back at me?

Brush your hair

and don’t despair

you won’t be bearing me.

I’m not a tethered bear

with weathered hair

not ripping though it seems,

I’m just another bear

too worn to care

that now I’m finally free.