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
Copyright © Marisa Carlucci | Year Posted 2005
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