My Sheet of Paper

I’m a sheet of paper

Inscribed with experiences
So easy to write
So difficult to erase

Worn by the folds of change
Maturing with every
Mistaken crease I make.

I’m a sheet of paper

Unlined by rules
That bind grownups
To the trampled path

Crowded with my individuality
Unspoken thoughts
Lingering dreams

I’m a sheet of paper

Torn by insults
And restrained by the binders of
Predetermined judgment

I’m repaired by the kindness of smiles
The empathy of music
The knowledge of friends

I’m a sheet of paper

And though I may be unsightly at times
Crumpled and worn
From the stresses of life

It’s my contents that matter
It’s my contents
That make me who I am today





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