Eraser

Will I always be this way?
Made to erase
Maybe one day I’ll stand tall
More than a mistake

Deep in my own mind
I can be the pencil
I can be the praise and pride
Instead of the thunderstorm

But then I hear that familiar “zip!”
A sound that burns my ears
Her fingers grip at my waist
Shoving me down once again

Day by day
Shrinking smaller and smaller
I guess I’m meant to be this way
I have no legs of my own

But the next time I’m hard at work
Her eyes suddenly glisten
She reaches out
Showing a smile I’ve never seen
As she erases the last of me