Used?

Am I the leftover over plastic bag with a hole in it?

Am I to be thrown away just because I have flaws?

I haven’t done as you asked

I am not what you wanted

I have a defect

I broke under the pressure 

You wanted to use me. 

Fill me up to the brim with your ideas

Stretch me far and wide to your whims

Because what plastic bag has feelings?

Im only here for your disposal 

When I tried to tell you about my wound you ripped it open wider

Now im at fault 

I can’t do my job for you anymore 

Go find another plastic bag

Try not to break the next one