Expendable
I'm not expendable.
I'm indispensable.
I'm not disposable.
You find me when you need me
But then where do you go?
My words are not superfluous.
To be shrugged off
Only to be listened to
When I agree with you.
I'm not a resource
To be used again and again.
I am not consumable.
I have my limits.
I am not a throwaway
To be used up someday
To be moved on from
No matter what people say.
I know I am useful.
I know I am needed.
But one day
through no fault
Of yours or mine
You will find
I'm irreplaceable.
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Happy Musings of my Inner Critic
PoetryI am on whole a very positive person. Most people who know would tend to agree. However, I have a little secret. I tend to argue, fight, and pout just about everyday with that little voice we all have in our heads. I refuse to be defeated by said an...
