The Lament of the Discounted

Waiting, wrestless, hoping not, yet hoping still
I gaze through the looking glass of steel
Time, oh time! Time will come against my will
Reveal me, expose me, reason my deal

Pounding feet, oily skin, sticky fingers explore
Arms, legs, and neck, you fill my chest
Use me, abuse me, wear me, tear me more
Until I am spent, a worn sweater downcast

Avert your eyes, oh discounted and faded soul
The gap is too deep, too far, too great
And no, compare me not, to a Republic of gold
In mercy unmend me, do not be late

For when will Neverland cease to be?
You selfish youth, you ravage me.