Empty Box Poem by jerica singleton

Passing, through unrestrained hands
Lacking, the feel of importance
Only to be thrown to another
Seeking, understanding justice
Longing, to stand still
Why must I continue to be
Tossed around, slammed against walls
Hiding behind closed doors
Waiting
My usage, recyclable
Bent up corners, tattered edges
An used up resource
Taping me up, exploiting again
Decorating nicely, bow tied tightly
Now, you are ripping my paper
Tearing me open
To find
A worn out empty box