So much discarded and left behind. I too? Is that all that I am? Trash? I served your purpose? And now having been used, done with what you needed and wanted from me, stripped down bare, I am just left without a care. Hey, sure, it’s alright, certainly not the first one who seems to have done it… so, who cares, right? Just leave me.
Once, I was called upon by you to shield and protect you from the harsh elements of this world, and for you, I dutifully did. Taking the brunt of it in sheltering you though, wore on me, and over time I became frayed, from those stresses kept from you, and placed upon me. You get angry and curse me, when I am not able to keep you safe from it all, all the time… but, I did my best for as long as I could… there is just so much that I too can take. Now, you have left me, moved on to something better and new, I guess, I don’t know… leaving me hanging as to whether you’re coming back or not.
Just because I may not act, or look good sometimes, or a specific way that you deem I should, don’t discard me as no good, good for nothing… But, without common courtesy or respect, nor discretion as to how, when, or where you choose to discard me, you do. Just tossing me aside. Am I no more to you than one that can just be thrown away whenever it suits you? I am no longer good enough for you… Am I too no longer good enough for anyone? As that is how I now feel of me, of my worth.
So I feel like I am floating through, adrift now in the cold waters of this world, just passing by, unseen… and when I am, I am looked upon with disgust and shame. No, don’t look upon, and think of, me in such a way, please, it hurts too much as it is already… I know how I seem, but I can be more… please see that, and allow me to be so
That is what I must do for myself though. I must allow myself to feel as if I am more than one that can just be discarded… that I have a purpose, I have a beauty, that if others won’t see for themselves, I must present for them… or, more importantly, for me. For we should never feel that we are without worth, that we are nothing more than to just be whatever others need and want from us until they no longer do. We are something. We are more. We are beautiful. I may have been discarded, but I will not discard me.