Am I a game?  That's what it seems like to me. See, they play me for some quick entertainment. Then some other interesting game gets hot. Then im left on the shelf wanderng, damn.        Am        i boring? Am i scratched? Whats my worth? I sit and ponder. What do i need to change about myself? The let downs wear on me. So what do i do? Cry? Change who Iam? No. I wont. Im tired of it. Because I am fearfully and wonderfully made. An original. A classic, like Atari. Im gonna be who I am, because one day someone will find my game worth trying and holding on to.