Sparkatale

I guess I'm just some kind of toy
That at any time gets thrown away
Whenever I cannot create the joy
People want when with me they play.

I used to be nicely painted
Used to wear a lovely smile
But it seems I became tainted
After being used a while...

And now I'm sitting on the shelf
Barely managing to survive
Spending so much time all by myself
When on attention do I thrive.

I guess I've just become outdated
I guess my time has reached an end
Or maybe all my facts were misstated
And these lies I'm trying to defend...

But one thing is strong in my mind
One fact continues to stay clear
I've become useless and left behind
To simply wither away alone here.