Have you ever felt like the last slice of bread? The very last piece, that one piece that nobody ever wants. The one that sits there until all the other slices are chosen and then its tossed in the trash. Well that's how I have been feeling the last 3 years of my life.
The thing is the last slice is the one that is not as desirable as the others. It's the one that is often over looked and thrown away. It sits there waiting to be chosen but in reality the sad truth is it is just going to be let down. That last piece is not good at all, believe me I have tried it. It's the piece that holds everything together though. The protector, the one that looks out for the others and protects them. Its the one that reminds you its time for a fresh loaf. Its the one that keeps the shape together.
The reason why I have felt like that last slice of bread is because I let everyone use me until they get what they need and once its gone they toss me away just like that last slice of bread. It's because I am the one that always holds things together, its because I am the one that protects others from the things they are scared of. I am that last slice of toast because I am only good until something better comes along. I get replaced often, I am never the one that is the most desired.
