Crumpled Paper

Some people remind me of paper.  
Little crumpled up balls of paper, 
thrown into a trash can 
and left all alone.

You go out of your way to reach in 
taking out the crinkled sheets of paper, one by one.
You take your time 
to smooth out all the cracks and rough edges.

Even though it's not your problem,
you still help.
You know it's the right thing to do.

But when you feel crumpled up and alone, 
No one bothers to reach for you.
No one bothers to unfold you 
and make you smooth again

It's just you,
sitting at the bottom of the trash can;
forgotten.