i am trash

but not in the way you may think;

i have been thrown away,

tossed to the curb,

ignored,

walked over,

perceived as disgusting;

left alone to be dealt with later.

i am trash

sitting patiently-

waiting for trash day

where i will be picked up

and removed

from

my current situation.

i am trash

relying on someone -

or something -

else

to deal with me

and treat me like the trash

i still choose to be -

but wouldn't still be

if i didnt allow

how others perceived me

to affect

my nature.

i allow myself to rot within

the confinements

of a trash bag.

to sit

to smell

to waste

away -

yet i let my anger spill out

with one tiny tear of the bag

and blame the people -

and circumstances -

around me

when maybe -

it wasnt their fault -

but mine

that i allowed the bag

to sit there

and fill up

with garbage.

or that i pushed off

taking out the trash.

i am trash

but within trash

there are treasures to be found.

and within trash

pieces can be recycled.

i am no longer trash.

the trash i was

has been recycled

and the pieces of me

that were too trashy

- to re-do

or re use

or make a new -

i have taken out

for trash day.

•••

this one was fun to format, and i did enjoy writing it as well.

though it does have a slightly darker meaning, it kind of has a fun, upbeat pace to it.

any hate?

love?

questions?

concerns?

"In spite of everything, I still believe people are really good at heart."

-Anne Frank