Fragments of Me

Built and Discarded

I am a sculptor with a misshapen nose

I am a figurine, but my arms don't fit in place 

I was there when you put on my clothes

You took a knife to my almost formless mold

You shaped me, crafted me up and made me

Now I'm all alone, shaking and cold

I am a mistake, a mishap, a mess up

You built me, but I still am not right

Throw me away, all down the drain

Watch as I do not put up a fight

Because I am broken

And I know I will never be enough.