a sad comparison

There are days.
Like today.
When I feel, and can't help it
Like my used, old, and worn handbag.
Like I'll make it through the day.
Like I'll serve my purpose.
But,
I'm falling apart,
I'm tattered,
I'm not put together well,
I'm not pretty,
I could be replaced.
I could be forgotten.
I'm hanging in a thrift store
and
I'm gonna be there a while.
I'm not in style
and
I'm being used.