A Name
Entry posted by MelancholicMemory
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Background:
This is a poem I wrote last October about being taken advantage of, in one way or another. It was around mid-terms, and though most people usually ignore me, they were suddenly being a lot nicer to me. Everybody wanted help studying for their mid-term or working on their project (I have a 4.0, and most people know I do well academically). I wasn't mad, but it was a bit depressing, and I was in a bad mood anyway so I wrote this. I think it turned out pretty well.
"A Name"
As my soul doth live
My heart does die.
I can no longer feel,
Only rationalize.
What's a man?
A bundle of faults; all the same!
Why do I even bother
Having a name.
You don't name your hammer,
Nor your nails or your screws,
Yet I have a name,
Though I'm just a tool.
People see me,
"Oh, how helpful he'll be!
He's not a human
With thoughts, feelings, and needs."
Now I'm sorry,
No, I don't mean to complain,
But you left me with your hammer,
Out here in the rain.
Any comments are appreciated 
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