I’m Not 

By anonymous

I don’t want to be the last cookie on the tray

the pawn no one wants to play

I don’t want to be the final puppy in the crate 

watching all the others getting adopted away

I don’t want to be the gross strawberry 

that’s moldy, mushy and looks so scary 

I want to be a pretty sunflower 

or the perfect temperature for a shower 

I want to be a fierce and strong tiger 

that everyone looks at with desire 

I don’t like the way I’m viewed 

like there is unfulfilled potential and more to do

I am the last cookie on the plate

in a lonely and crumbly state 

I am a dark and foggy abyss 

no matter what I do, the fog won’t lift 

I doubt one day I won’t be so tired

of this endless chase that has me wired

I’m always trying to maintain

a fake person who hides my pain 

I’m always trying to please

as it tears me up piece by piece