Used
I imagine a day might arrive,
When someone wants me not for a drive,
Not cause they want me for some help,
Or to do something but welp,
Looks like I am going to be used,
And just ditched when I am bruised,
Even a tissue used can be recycled,
But I am sure not a single soul considers me vital.
People are just gonna call me when they need me,
There might exist a few people I agree,
But for now I guess its just my family,
Who helps me keep my sanity.
I do have some great friends don't get me wrong,
Who will be with me whether I'm weak or strong.
Maybe I should get used to it.
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