Persona
I’m a tiny little pencil,
Used all day,
Used to be the tallest,
But now I’m the shortest.
I’m used for
Homework, drawing, and writing,
And more I can’t name.
Never getting a break,
Because I am needed every class.
Part of my head goes away everyday,
And whatever is left below it
is used too.
Going into a machine,
That cuts off my feet,
Days go by quickly
Until I’m only an inch or two
Short.
Now, when he shoves me in,
It’s up to my shoulders,
And I know they will be gone,
Too.
Once I disappear,
He’ll forget I existed,
Use someone else to hit and scrape,
And finish all his work.
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