Worthless

Worthless is mucky brown, the color of dirty water being washed down the drain. Quickly forgotten. He spends his days drifting through the wind like a plastic bag, too weak to fight it. He has no control over where he goes. Worthless has never had any friends. He doesn’t know any feelings other than the heart-wrenching devastation of letting others down and disappointing those who believe in him. Some days he looks in school windows, wishing he was smart enough to go to learn with the others. He doesn’t even know his age because no one has ever told him happy birthday. He only has the clothes on his back; an empty potato sack he once found in a dumpster.

Nobody cares about him. Nobody asks how he is. Nobody takes even a second out of their day to listen to him. The only time he’s ever acknowledged is when people yell at him for being in their way, for wasting space, for being worthless. So that’s who he’s become.

Ms. E