Lamp: I see everything, but nobody ever listens to my light. I wish I could blink in Morse code, but my bulb burns too bright for that.
Bed: I'm tired... of everyone climbing on and off, whispering dreams and dirty socks hidden deep between my sheets.
Old Shoe: I smell like the adventures I can't take anymore. Dusty halls and forgotten parks hear my lonely squeaks in the night.
Mirror: Secrets told in front of me fade as fast as the morning sun. I only reflect the truth that nobody believes.