Knapsack


I don't feel right when I'm thrown on the floor,
My papers spill out and get stepped on.
When I'm very clean and neat,
I feel very proud of myself.
I like to be held by children who care about me.
But, I feel like I want to be different.
I hate that I am green instead of pink.
I feel jealous of the other knapsacks,
They are beautiful and have more designs than me.
I feel very lonely at home.
And in school,
The other knapsacks make fun of me.
No one wants to stand up for me.
How do I make me feel better about myself?

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