"If you could describe yourself as an office item what would it be?”
she asked.
Well,
I would be paper.
some people use me when they need me,
I get the deed done and I'm thrown away.

But sometimes I can mean a lot to people,
sometimes they need me a lot and I'm important all of a sudden.
Other times I’m the cause of a paper cut, something small I create but causes unimaginable pain.
Who am I kidding? what I did wasn’t small..
I’m sorry..
im sorry..
I m s o r r y..
I m  s o  s o r r y..

I'm not paper, I'm just scissors.
I cut things, then when someone tries to fix it,
it's never truly fixed because it's never the same way it was before
They're either held together by glue or tape,
all I am is destruction.