Frisbee

I can watch your shimmering gold car drive by everyday
I can listen to you bellowing through the streets with you and your friends every night
I can smell your nauseating armpit stink when you jog past me every morning
I can taste the bittersweet chocolate you just ate as you skip past me every afternoon
I can feel the damp puddle that showed up under me when you tossed a can of soda into the ditch
You left me here, you come looking for me, but I can't say anything.
I'm a miserable, depressed, lonely, troubled Frisbee, that you will never find.