Trashcan by Rene Mathis

Trashcan

by Rene Mathis

I'm tired of the way you treat me.

I feel just like your trashcan.

Your forced tears fall as you tell me how much I mean to you.

However, I can't help but notice how you place me in a corner

And try to keep me there—weighted down—full to the brim

With your fake smiles, and all-about-you stories.

I'm forgotten, unless there is burden you want me to bear,

Or I somehow steal your limelight.

I'm self-conscious of the embittered stench

That permeates my opinion of you.

I try to bury how burnt I feel.

Yet, every time I trust you again,

I become crammed full of crumpled up,

Backstabbing quotes you've thrown at me.

How do I know what's true,

When I'm just your trashcan full of garbage?

It is hard to uncover the truth when you're searching through trash.