An Entirely Inappropriate Shade of Pink

I was wearing an entirely inappropriate shade of pink, they teased on their way out.

I was ugly, and weird shaped, is what I heard as I was shoved further down into the dark.

I was pointless and no good, were the whispers as another day passed.

I wasn’t very bright and didn’t leave much of an impression, is what the popular ones told me.

I wasn’t the favourite anymore, and only little kids would think I was cool, as they gave voice to my inner concerns.

It’s not easy, being a chewed up old pencil, at the bottom of the pencil case.