I am hated,
Disliked,
Loathed,
Unpopular.

There are times when I feel
So
Unwanted
I
Just
Want
To
Scream.

But we have hardly met yet.
I
Am
Homework.

I am schoolwork,
Done
At
Home,
Forgotten,
Detested.

How do you think it feels,
To
Be
Crumpled,
Messy,
And
Boring?

So next time,
Have
Some
Forgiveness.

It isn't my fault.

I used to be a tree.
Growing,
Prospering,
Being felled,
Into timber.

Then I was paper,
Packed
Into
Boxes
And shipped.

Then I arrived, where I was
Opened,
And shoved
Into
The
Jaws
Of
The
Copying
Machine.

Now I sit,
On
Your
Desk,
Waiting
To
Be
Done.

Please
Don't
Hate
Me.

It's not my fault.