UsedA Chapter by LunaThis is what I feel...They grab up the goods, My precious school work that took hours, Copy it, Abuse it, Wrinkle it, Toss it away. I search through the garbage to retrieve it, Angry that they could treat me so, That I could be so used, Yet I stay silent, Afraid to draw attention, To make a show, To be yelled at. Later, I speak a single syllable And I get screamed at. They completely refuse my existence, As if I’m the one raindrop Falling from a snowy sky. I’m the odd one out, The one that gets used Then tossed away, Just like my work. © 2010 LunaReviews
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5 Reviews Added on January 31, 2010 Last Updated on February 1, 2010 Pain and Desperation: A Book of Poetry
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