A (somewhat of a-) Writer's Poem

I thought

You are different.
At least, at once I thought you are. But honey, you're not.
You're just like everyone else. You say that you'll be there whenever I need you- but when I was crying in my bedroom while clutching my teddy bear and covering my mouth- you said you'll listen later because you want to sleep.

You, yes you.
You made fun of me when I told you that I still have a teddy bear in my room. At least it won't leave. At least it doesn't leave me. At least it listens every time I'm broken.