I'm a pretty big pencil And when the smaller pencils talk about me I become dull When I get dull I become depressed I shave off some layers to get smaller They still pick I shave some more I shave and shave until I'm smaller than them I wish I was bigger but I can't be so I shave more Now I am so small no one can see me I am alone
A sharpner That's all it takes The only thing that can take the numbness away A plain, white pill A handful if I please The numbness will return But in a better way.
When I was born. I was sharp and long. Would communicate so well. So smooth was my Journey. across the pages so lovely. As time passed by I became slow and blunt. Life was treating me unfair. The pages would also tear. Then came in the Sharpner and Sharpened me again.
