I Am Garbage

Because I am garbage
Easily tossed away
Always the first to be discarded

I am passed by every day
I am used
And then I am thrown away

Feet trod upon me
Mash me to the ground
Cover me up in dirt and grime
But I don’t make a sound
Because garbage does not cry

Garbage does not weep for the other pieces of its kin
Stacked and crushed up into their own waste bins

garbage knows not love, empathy, or sympathy
I am garbage familiar with only self pity