I'm a needle

It's flu season, people all around coming to the designated spot to get their vacsination. I'm the terrible thing that gives them the fluid, to pervent them from become sick. But the pain it brings after the fact. I hate my job, I cause people pain. Much pain, they tremble at the sight of me some even faint. I'm ashamed of myself I make small children cry I love children, I never want to see them cry, why was I made to bring pain when all I want them to feel is love. But they will thank me for the giving them the lovely fluid later.


The lines start to grow, the dirt covered unsanitary clinic is now filled. Unknowing of all the unsafe practises they do. I'm a reused needle, used for everyone that comes in for their shot. It's Gross and unsafe. And look, next in line. A small little boy, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Adorable, thats all I could say about him, his eyes they were misty. Not because he was dragged in here, but because he saw me. But it wasn't all of me, just my body my beautiful white and orange body, with numbers going up all the way to my neck. But then the cap popped off, his blue little eyes suddenly bulged out, a tear trickled down his face like rain drops on a car window. He knew the what the pain was going to be like, soon it wouldn't just be a figure of his imagination, all the pain would become real.


His mother started pulling him, into the office. My shiney metal needle put into that small vile of medicene, was it really medicene? He sat down in that grey chair, hyperventalating. The tears are now streaming down his face more like a tap then a car window. I come closer and closer to his arm about an inch away. "Relax" I heard the doctor exclaim. My feirce point punctureing his pasty white skin, deeper and deeper into his flesh, I hear a shreek. That blue liquid starts squirting out then I feel a tug then I'm out. On the counter all alone, the little boy still screaming, face red. I did that too him, that sweet little innocence gone replaced was pain. I wish I could warn him. That pain would be worse tomorrow, then the infection will come. TOO many people had used my sharpe point. The big, the small the fat and the skinny. All have used me to prevent becomeing sick well little did they knew, this very clinic was cheap, too cheap to buy more the one needle. There was nothing I could do I was an Inaniment object inable to move, inable to talk.



Rage filled me, I was used, more then once. The wrong way. I'm a use once and poperly dispose needle, it even thinks that on my package that I come with. Immature doctors, why did they even get their licesnse they aren't helping ANYONE! Saddness runs through me, where that gross liquid or 'medicene' should be. I hurt inside, sorrow runs through these vains! Well more like tube, but I wish, for one wish. And with that wish I would wish that I could be diffrent. Not a needle something more Hapy, something that brings joy to everyone like ummmm a Teddy Bear! One day maybe just maybe my wish will come true. But untill then I'm going to be a needle. Maybe even for ever.


It was now the end of the day my job was done, put into that yellow used needle box all loney. Going to disposale, maybe even turned into a new needle. Maybe next time I puncture someones beautiful skin, it will only be that one person. Not 30, maybe I will be given to a diabetic, used for good. To save someone's life, then that is when I would be proud. Proud of myslef and proud of my job. I just hope, I will not be put back into this Doctors office. But can I change? Can an inamiment object change, not on the outside but on the inside, cna I be used for good not evil, can I choose who I hurt? Can I choose who I save? I don't know if I can, but I will try.