Little pen

I won't be your little pen,

That you use to write your brain

Scratching the paper,

You pass your time for

God knows what to gain.

I won't be your little pen,

That you can throb me

to anyone who causes you stain.

Keeping me in the pouch 

Which resides near your heart,

You claim me as one of yours

It doesn't come out for good,

Being yours isn't a easy task to do.

As I find myself thrown away,

Soaked in ink and broken,

Laying in the dustbin.

So, no.. I won't be your little pen.