I am sad, my life sucks.
Every now and then I am noticed.
Most of the time I am ignored
My name is Henry.
My existence revolved around others.
If I am disregarded I remain
Trapped in my corner. In those
Times I wonder, do I exist? I am unsure.
People seem not to care about me.
They drag me from place to place.
When I see others being treated with nothing
But respect, I am green with envy.
Even when I am shown a certain
Level of civility, it is but a ruse sent
To enrage me. I am greeted by
A carpet of dirt and I wonder,
Why must I be a hoover?
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