Piece Of Paper
I’m like a piece of crumpled paper
I’ve been used, written all over
The words of a poet are all over me
I thought that I’d be the one
Sadly, I was wrong
As if something like me could ever be good enough
Maybe if I was a different kind of paper
I’m a piece of crumpled lined paper
I’ve been ignored most of my life
It’s alright though
It only bothers me 7 days a week and 24 hours a day
I wonder what life would be like if I wasn’t who I was
Would I be hung up with the others for people to view?
Would I be used to keep secrets no one will ever know?
I’m a useless piece of crumpled lined paper
I’ve been picked up by a person
Maybe they want me?
They are taking me somewhere
I’m so happy and excited
Maybe I could be hung up for people to see
Maybe I could be used to keep secrets no one will ever see
I can’t wait for my life to change
Wait, they are taking me towards the trash can
No! I don’t want to go!
Please don’t leave me here all alone
They didn’t listen
I’ve been tossed into the trash
I realized that life isn’t for everyone
I lay inside the trash full of tears
Life couldn’t get any worse
I am now just a sad useless piece of crumpled lined paper.
Copyright © Soleil Mitchell | Year Posted 2020
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