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.
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