i am trashbut not in the way you may think;
i have been thrown away,
tossed to the curb,
ignored,
walked over,
perceived as disgusting;
left alone to be dealt with later.
i am trash
sitting patiently-
waiting for trash day
where i will be picked up
and removed
from
my current situation.i am trash
relying on someone -
or something -
else
to deal with me
and treat me like the trash
i still choose to be -but wouldn't still be
if i didnt allow
how others perceived me
to affect
my nature.i allow myself to rot within
the confinements
of a trash bag.to sit
to smell
to waste
away -yet i let my anger spill out
with one tiny tear of the bag
and blame the people -
and circumstances -
around me
when maybe -
it wasnt their fault -
but mine
that i allowed the bag
to sit there
and fill up
with garbage.
or that i pushed off
taking out the trash.
i am trash
but within trash
there are treasures to be found.and within trash
pieces can be recycled.i am no longer trash.
the trash i was
has been recycledand the pieces of me
that were too trashy- to re-do
or re use
or make a new -
i have taken out
for trash day.
•••
this one was fun to format, and i did enjoy writing it as well.
though it does have a slightly darker meaning, it kind of has a fun, upbeat pace to it.
any hate?
love?
questions?
concerns?"In spite of everything, I still believe people are really good at heart."
-Anne Frank
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