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