What Am I
To be so easily passed by
Walked through like a figment of my own sick imagination
It makes me wonder what I am
Only noticed when someone is in need
Then thrown aside like a peddle cast into the ocean
Brought along only to be the spare, and extra
What am I
Forgotten those that I once called family
Left behind by all
What could I be
To be so easily used and then left
Could I still be a person?
Can I still even be a man?
Copyright © Unknown Unknown | Year Posted 2018
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