Paper

They tell me,

I'm nothing but a plastic.

I don't rust and I stifle people.

I was never transparent, but still a plastic.

I tell myself,

I'm nothing but a paper.

I break, tear and get crumpled up.

I was never as strong as a plastic.

I want them to know.

I'm stained by people.

They write their stories and pain

It sticks to the thinness of my core.

I want them to understand,

what a paper man feels like.

You get what you write,

You write what you want.

You can put this paper man anywhere,

but it'll still feel vulnerable.

You can burn this paper man to ashes,

but it'll stay dark and left to pieces.

You see, I was never a plastic.

It's not what you think of me that defines me.

It's not what you say of me that embodies me.

You see, I am just a paper.

I'm just a paper with words.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[H]

This poem is well written, the idea of being easily damaged works really well, I love the metaphor.