I feel tiny
Like a glistening reflection
On a single grand of sand
That does not gain enough affection
From the average eye
I feel useless
Like a slashed out rubber wheel
On a junkyard pile
That no one would ever steal
Because it's an absolute fucking mess
I feel insecure
Like a child without a strap's safe tug
On the seat of a car
That no one ever cared to hug
'Cause she's too fussy to be pure
I feel empty
Like pooling sink with a suckling drain
Under the dim lighting of a kitchen
Because dishes clamored like the train
That left me
The knives are shelved
And I'm gone
Yet the dew still stains the lawn
On the very next day
~vivi
