The Secret Life of Pencils

No one considers the pencil’s feelings on the first day of school

It is my big day too.

I have worked my entire life to get here and no one even glances

When I am dull you condemn

My Secret Life 01

My Secret Life 01 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

If my tracks be too heavy you whine

Would you notice if I was constantly at my peak?

You care nothing of my fear of tapering

I do not like the scars of boredom you have given me

Why should I fix your problems when can’t even listen to mine?

You import everything I have to give and export abuse

I worship a closed hand

I am tired of being a paperweight

Every time I play I lose

What am I worth.

When you reach ferrule

Nothing.

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