Useless

Pull down everything
Whittle away at me
With your sharp end of your
Chiselling words

Pull down all my battlements
The fort that I built up all
My life

Pretend to love and care
And confund me again
When you take up your chisel again

Keep telling me that I am useless
And maybe one day when
You ve hit the mark once too often
I shall make way for someone useful

Step away from the uses
That you have defined for me

I know that I am
More than the uses that you think
I should be putting myself to
But every day and every second I do not
Carry that
In my mind

The self assuredness of my self worth
I do not have
Not one bit