I sit staring.
My watch falling on deaf ears and unseeing gazes.
I had a purpose,
To make you smile by seeing my own.
Instead I am forced to watch as each one of you groan and complain about the next task,
And I go unnoticed.
My individual droplets that were once moisture
Meeting their final resting place on this uneven wall.
Why was I put here in the first place?
To satisfy some sadistic need of showing happiness in such a cruel world?
Only to have what could have been my miraculous gift to this place
Be appreciated less than the used gum stuck to the bottom of all of these desks.
Maybe I was simply put here because of a nervous tic.
To occupy this space simply because my creator had an urge
To make this particular area of this wall unclean.
That is all I am.
A mark on a wall painted with Whiteboard paint.
That marker could not have done a bigger injustice.