Sandpaper

By: Jeremy Aguire Contest: Build Your Own Sand Contest Date: 09/17/2013 I didn't measure up. Within your plans, I wasn't enough. My life was sloughed. Back to the pencil and I'm rebuffed. Now I've been scuffed. These are imperfect stains, They're complicated and they're erased. You've scraped against my grain. I was replaced just to imitate, a chosen face. You had to finish me, covered in sawdust of apathy. You've made a standard theme, a clone life built up by makeshift beams, your twisted dreams. I am the centerpiece, of your imperfect philosophies. Humiliation cease! Bring back my sanded identity, my tendencies. Please pry me off and toss. I'm not that man that you thought I was. Your sense of right is lost, and there's other beams to look across, another cause.