Pencil Shavings

Thin ribbons lay across the floor
Scattered like autumn leaves
And missed opportunities
I lay on the ground
With thin traces of colour outlining my border
I may make it to the bin
But sometimes you just drop me on the ground
Right beside the bin
I lay there wondering what I did wrong
As I watch your disappearing form
These strange things trample all over me
Making me feel worthless
Like you never wanted me