Crayon Box

Why do all the others have cute names and fancy clothes? They are associated with sunny, park themes and clean-laundry fragrance. They bring color to pictures. Meaning to feelings. Not Me. I sit alone in the corner of the box. Sharp, and ready to go, but never picked. I’m the kid in gym class …that keeps the bench warm. The last picked. I’m needed, but never chosen. I express emotions that other colors simply can’t do. If only they all knew what an ordinary crayon could bring to a masterpiece. They don’t get it. Most never do. But those that do choose me…well, they all use me to the core, in one shot, and toss me straight to the can. So, I sit…alone, in the house of empty slots. Wondering… What’s actually worse… always being used, or never selected?