Book Bag

I am worn but useful

I tend to follow 1 person all day

I don’t do much because there’s always stuff in my mouth

Sometimes I get carried

I get slammed into walls

Dragged on the floor

I get tattooed by stickers, pens, and patches

Sometimes I an too heavy and my arms break

I have a high school education

I’m a burden

I’m a friend

I’ll try not to break your back

I sit in a locker of cold steel

My home is a closet with smelly shoes

There I study and sleep