Pencil Poem
Pink hat
yellow skin
Sharp
Made of cedar wood
The anxiety that builds
When a fresh new pack is open
Will they choose me next?
Test, quizzes, taking notes
Homework assignments
Benchmark test the multiple Circles
That need to be filled in
! they're the worst
The pain when my led touches,
A fresh piece of paper
AndIi become dull
The fear when i need to,
Be sharpened
Multiple sized holes,
Which one will i be put into.
“PLEASE OH PLEASE DON’T LET BE THE SMALL ONE!” I screamed
Grinding, Grinding, he keeps turning
My life taken off with every shaving
Soon i'll become a little nub
And my life would be over
Thrown into the
Deep
Dark
Bin
Humans call a..
Trash can