Piece of work

If I am nothing more than an object,

Why does no one want me?

If my body,

Is a “piece of work” 

Is my mind a “piece of work” as well? 

Is my mind the reason

For everyone’s lack of interest in me?

What can my body do

That my mind cannot?

I can imagine stories,

Write poems,

Draw beautiful drawings

Yet no one is interested in me one bit.

My body cannot do all of that.

If I am nothing more than an object,

Is my efforts in trying to live wasted?

Is there any reason

To continue if no one

Will hear me speak my mind?

If my body

Is a “piece of work” 

then why wont anyone take the time to get to know it?

There’s more than enough of me to explore,

Not just my objectified body. 

I am more

Than a piece of work,

I am a whole book of words.

-Vesper