Pen & Paper

The pen didn't always hate the paper
Once, they were friends
The pen didn't always rip the paper
It seems all good things have ends
But whose fault is it really?
Because a mind controlled that pen
Forced it to be cruel
Again and again and again
The pen never wanted the paper to have such scars
Maybe the mind didn't either
Maybe the mind hurts for different reasons
Hatred, spite... neither
Really this is a
Metaphor
Still the mind just
Hurts the paper more