Another One

another day, i know them well
i can't complain, but might as well
call it home, my private hell
so i remain, by myself

here i stand, upon the shelf
by idle hands, i was left
a sudden knock, and then i fall
and no one said a thing at all

a broken arm, a broken head
in a room, i am hid
where no one goes, and no one cares
here i remain, in piles they left