Have you ever felt
like a doorstop?
A heavy weight,
waiting to be needed?

Have you ever felt
like nobody would notice,
if the door slammed shut,
if you were not there?

Have you ever felt
like a ***** window?
An irritation,
that nothing gets done about?

Have you ever felt
like people would be happier,
if they had no windows,
if they could not see you?

Have you ever felt
like a pair of old trainers?
A useful object,
but not worth admiring?

Have you ever felt
like it would be easier,
if they threw the trainers out,
if they could rest again?

Have you ever felt
like a broken pencil?
A piece of litter,
waiting to be sharpened?

Have you ever felt
like you’re beginning to wonder,
if they are ever going to sharpen you,
if you were ever sharp enough?

Have you ever felt
like it’s too hard to even ask,
if anyone will come back,
if anyone even notices you fade?

I hope somebody else has.