I remember when he made me
A beautiful piece of art
Until all the people I met
Chipped at my paint
Each time making me useless
Ugly, vulnerable
Worthless
So now I sit here
In the alley way
Feeling the wind
Ripping me more
Canvas flapping
Until he sees me
He cries at what I have become
He wanted me to be
Successful
Priceless
But look at what I have become
I'm just
A
Torn
Piece
Of
Trash
A shadow of what I once was
For what exactly
I don't recall
