I am like the blank useless page at the back of
hiding behind all that's meaningful,
waiting to be ripped out and misused,
the page that has no meaning,
the page that gets burnt and drawn on,
used as a thing to pass the time by,
as in itself is useless,
simply a mistake.
you see the only thing in which this page has
to provide to this world is of a story,
showing sadness and disappointment,
hatred and regret.
all things come to an end,
this page merely fades slowly as it burns with
its pain and sorrow,
until that page has departed.
overall the "book" is better off without the useless blank