Prideful Toy.

You've played with me, and i've played with you,
we were both toys, playing each other's games.
Interacting, approaching, trying to become one,
but, of course, I had forgotten we were only toys
we weren't supposed to have feelings.
But, what is this i'm feeling?
Is it really what people call love?
Or is just my pride, who's watching himself ruined?
Either way, i'd rather be the toy i'm supposed to be
Being one has is benefits, you know.
At least you don't have such a pride,
that can feel ashamed.