Not Your Trash

I am not the slop on your dinner plate Or the mud on the bottom of your shoes I am not your dirty laundry that’s been sitting for three days Nor am I the trash you pollute the earth with I am not the dog that sits at your feet I am not the scrapes in the trash bag either I am not your personal bungee cord That you can tug at when ever you want to Nor am I made of stone I am not your fire pit You can’t just burn my emotions away I am not your someday I live the best I can in today I am not your rag doll Nor am I your voodoo doll So stop cursing my life I am not the cardboard box sitting at the doorstep I don’t like to bottle up my feelings I am not the nutrition fact on the can Don’t ignore me I am not your strength You shouldn’t just assume that I’m strong willed I am not your Polaroid camera Stop making me capture negative thoughts I am not your old record that eventually plays out This “record” entitled “My Life” is infinite I am not the lyric in your depressing songs You shouldn’t enjoy depressing me either I am not your grandfather clock in the living room My pangolin never stops I am not what you want me to be I am what I want to be