Disposable

 Disposable 

People are disposable.

I am a disposable human.

I'm only good until something 

better

different 

more fun

falsely whole 

comes along.

Then I'm discarded

like trash beside the road,

until life happens 

and they need advice, information,

a scapegoat 

a memento to be marched out 

and shown off,

proving how good they are

and what a burden I am.

Afterwards,

when my usefulness is done 

I'm tossed aside again 

more worn and broken 

with innumerable oceans of tears

flooding my heart and soul.

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