Different
I've always wanted to be different. Being a green trash can isn't easy. Staring over the horizon with the reflection of the trees is boring. The same shiny grey bottles enter my body, as I stand still just waiting for people to laugh and make fun of my odd shape. People are always flashing photos of the wild animals and the blue rivers, but nobody ever notices me. Worst of all, people disrespect me as they put rotten fruit and moldy cheese in my body, which makes me want to throw up. I have always dreamed of once stretching my legs and being like everyone else.