What would the world be like without me?
It hurts to admit it but I think the same,
I don’t add anything to make it different,
I’m just one small identity in a long list of names.
Would my memory gather dust, and swiftly start to wane
Until I was less than a shadow, and left no lasting signs
That I’d ever been a part – however small – of others’ lives?
How soon would the part be recast that I shyly called mine?
At the bottom of the pile of rejects on the factory floor
I languish: nowhere else to go and it’s easier to stay,
I’m surplus to requirements so I’ll simply go unnoticed
Until a worker with sturdy boots kicks me out of the way.
No, I don’t need your smiles or for you to fake interest,
Don’t waste your time when there’s a wealth of better company
That you could be enjoying. I’ll be fine on my own,
Just run away and take with you all your staged sympathy.
I am just bubble-wrap: a thing nobody needs,
And once I’ve served my purpose I wrinkle like wet skin,
And I have so little purpose that the decay starts real fast,
I’m so easy to deflate – all it takes is one small pin.
Leave me: I’m damaged good snatched from the conveyor belt,
Put me in the waste disposal and move on to the next item
That is bigger, better, more efficient, easier on the eye,
Consider all the things that went wrong with me. Try to right them.
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