23 April 2012
I was sharpening a pencil when my mind began to wonder. Could I be sharpened? Fixed to the point where im acceptable? But wait, too soon I'll be broken and people will keep trying to fix me til I'm no more.
I sharpen this pencil until I think it's point is perfect. Then as soon as it wears down or breaks, I sharpen it again. Fixing it and making it into what I want. But when I can't sharpen it anymore I simply throw it aside and completely forget about it.
I feel exactly like this pencil. I'm used when I'm needed. Fixed to what others want. Then as soon as they're done I'm thrown aside. No longer needed until another task comes comes up that requires me.
Im like a pencil in this world, but I have no eraser to fix and start over my problems. I want to prove my worth but how when so many consider me worthless?
Hello There The Name Is Pencil. • Opuss № I