The Love for a Piano

I get used for decoration,
not getting a note out.
Collecting dust, getting my keys untuned,
and being messed around.

I may be an instrument,
but I have feelings.
What I play makes hearts excited, angry,
depressed, or sometimes takes care of healings

I was created to
play my melodies.
But all what people do
is bang, and leave.

I'm just like a person,
that gets bullied, and speaks it's mind
I use my melodies,
to be read between the lines.