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abused piece of trash

sometimes i feel like an abused piece of trash on the pavement floor
trodden on so much that she doesn't even feel human anymore
she's changed form, animate to inanimate, human to trash
a piece of paper has no feelings so can be disregarded, screwed up,ripped
we do not concern ourselves over a scrunched up piece of paper
there's no need to , but there is a what if attached to this list
what if the paper had feelings, and we knew this with a scientific certainty
it wouldn't matter to the careless uncaring person, the neglecter
all eyes avoiding prominent lines needing attention

nature, make up, creation, people and objects need to be seen for what they are
if not seen then they might aswell be anything and anyone
why avoid the pained girl in front of your eyes, why not direct your attention
give her your time and focus and interest speaking from your lips
involved in your mind and your thoughts, you forget to think of the girl
sitting there hurting right before your self absorbed eye's
as a mother do you not think you should think a little bit more about your kid
think about your behaviour or your lack of , would you like this happening to you ?
why did you not think a little more, why were you aloof and distant
like a butterfly staying away from a needing flower
why were you so distant and cold ?

neglect was enough, why was abuse thrown my way years later
made to feel abused by a dark and unfriendly universe
emotional neglect was enough , why did i have to receive abuse from the universe too
sometimes i feel like the world and the universe hates me
like i was meant to be neglected, punched over, spirit beaten to the ground
by a bad stupid and careless world
hurting once and then again and then again
repeatedly hurt and abused in this life which is mine to live

sometimes i feel like a piece of paper with no feelings
ignored, dismissed, screwed up, cut into pieces and abused like i am nothing
do you know what its like to feel like an abused and worthless piece of trash ?
not human, only here to be walked all over , i do and its not nice
people tell me i am nice , if so nice why treated so badly
where does niceness get me, nowhere
being kind never stopped the world from hurting me

i might aswell be a piece of paper in a book
treated incorrectly , darting faraway eyes
scratching nails, pointed scissors, unwanted objects landing on my skin
no pens to write upon me , treating me with the kindness which i deserve
just ignored, pointed at and stabbed, as if i deserved that
people are here to be treated with love and kindness
just like that piece of paper which is meant to be written on
i too deserve the right kind of treatment
so im just wandering why a pen wasn't stroked softly across my fragile skin



Written by Daffodil32
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