feeling used...

the title says it all.

They treat me like a banana,

eating away all my inside and throwing away the outside part.

 

they treat me like a piece of paper,

writing they thoughts on me

and when they no longer need me

they either throw me away or burn me.

 

they treat me like an apple tree,

taking away all the good things then

they no longer want them...

they turn their backs on me.

 

they treat me like bricks,

building up their lives and they are done..

they throw each other with them.

 

they treat me like clothes,

shining around with me and

when a range comes in...

they lock me up in closets and forget about me.

 

I cry day and night asking myself questions...

all things that they treat me like are important but as said...

you don"t know what you have until you lose it.