paper man

Paper Man

 

 

 

A perfect little man

Cut from a perfect square sheet

Though he is flat and made of paper

His purpose wont be defeat

 

There’s nothing much to him

And his blankness looks sad

And all the world around him

Looks down on him as bad

 

He knows not why he was cut out this way

Or the purpose given for him to live today

He seems to have no reason to be, only the time

So why can’t he leave this place?

Is it such a crime?

 

In hatred and anger the world draws on him

And the colors start to mix

Making him look just like them

 

Now in his discrimination

He marks on himself

Red streaks to harm in mental mutilation

As he hides on a shelf

 

No longer is he pure

As cut out in the start

A sad thing to see

A ruined piece of art

 

Now with all the pressure

With new marks everyday

He walks as a lesser

And sees a price to pay

 

This paper man was cut out

To be kept clean pure white

But his purpose was killed

And he’s in a final fight

 

This paper man has done good

And helped so many

As many as he could

And no ones left for him, not any

 

He is thin and weak

And the winds are blowing hard

This man of paper cannot do it anymore

And feel his life is to discard

 

He takes a pair of scissors

And cuts himself to pieces

He is gone in the wind and done

His final releases

 

He didn’t hurt himself

The world did that to him

He was cut out to be pure small and thin

This man of paper is torn

He is forlorn

Reviews

[Jetta Zippora]

This could be made into a song! It's very different, and so creative. Awesome job! It'll make me think twice before I throw any paper away.