Garbage
Everyone throws trash/
To the garbage/
How can a person feel/
Like a piece of trash/
When they are always feeling/
Used up and unwanted/
Garbage is beneath us/
To stomp on in life/
People go through life/
Treating us as trash/
Looked down upon/
Garbage thrown in our faces/
Like we are not worth it/
Or anything else in this world/
Which becomes cruel to us/
Feeling like a dump/
For everyone to unload/
Their garbage on top of us/
Always struggling to climb out of it/
A heavy burden on the shoulders/
To assume we deserve nothing/
We are the lowest people in life/
And, in other's eyes/
We are nothing but garbage/
Copyright © Michael Fulkerson | Year Posted 2024
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