Paper

I'm like a piece of paper,
I have no control over what happens to me.
People cut and tear at me,
not bothering to think how i feel.
I get shoved in drawers,
and put away until someone bothers with me again.
I get thrown away,
Like I'm nothing.
Like I'm useless.
I get scarred from everyone that comes into my life.
It's like everyone wants to mark down that they've been here.
No one cares what happens to me,
because I'm a piece of paper.
And theres plenty more out there just like me.