I am a Pastel not a Pencil

If you’re only here for me to solve your problems

Then we aren’t friends

You are not poor sally in math who doesn’t have enough apples

Yes I understand shapes and sizes

That not everyone is the same, and in order to be complete the numbers must add up to 360

But please I’m still in school

You are not an elective math course

I am not you’re happy student

Who trips through puzzles even occasionally copying the occasional answers from friends

To you I’m not even a person

I’m a pencil

And I only wanting to fit into the pencil box will do anything I can to get back in

Whether it be shaving off my dignity

Erasing my mistakes

Sharpening my attitude

Rewriting a your grades

At the end I still will fit in but not belong

For there’s too many in your box

I’m only a tool to write down your answers

You discretions

Your problems

For it all equals up

That no one can solve them except you

No matter how much I want to be a part of you

Hopefully I’ll be drawn to a place where I can feel free

A pastel that wisps away with every stroke,

Vibrant, individual, lasting on your fingertips, the very colors you wish to see

Not lead by your pencil box

Because I got individuality