Eraser

Bouncy, hard and smooth
Drop it and watch it go
It erases all my errors
When my self esteem is low

Covered in grey shavings
That blow onto the the floor
Soon it’ll all be shavings
And the eraser will be no more

It has seen my errors
My flaws and my mistakes
But when you overuse it
It cracks and it breaks

I’ve had it since primary school
It’s been with me for years
It has seen me in happiness
In anger and in tears

To most it’s just an eraser
A white and grey mess
But to me it’s something special
Something I consider best.