Expendable

Am I disposable to you?
Did you get me thinking I'd be 20% off?
Did you get me thinking you could just find another, not caring if I'd be getting a good lover?
You think I'm disposable, discarded, trash.
You throw me out with broken dishes, never bothering to try and fix the cracks.
You never help glue us back, you only want to break our backs,
even though you never clean up after yourself.
I am just a body to you.
Did you get me because you could just get another?
She doesn't even have to look like me, just has to smile nice and pretty.
pretty.
Do you think of me when you think of pretty?
Do you think of me when you think of smart?
Do you think of me when you think of a heart?
I'm a plastic plate, one time use,
You never clean us off.
I'm a canvas for your bruises and from your hate I make art.
You don't spend time helping me back up, giving me a bandage or glue-
you don't think I'm worth returning.
Yet I know if you did, I'd be on the clearance rack.