On the Bottom Rack

Sometimes we think,
Just a little too often.
Sometimes our hearts,
Just need to soften.

We run and run,
In this race called life.
Our hearts get broken,
But we take it in strife.

We are the ones,
That others avoid.
Sometimes it easy,
To get a little annoyed.

We get knocked down,
Like it's our job.
We all get pushed aside,
Into the mob.

But don't you worry,
We'll make it back.
We try our hardest,
On the bottom rack.