Rust

I feel like rust
Chipped away
Worn out, tired
Missing pieces
Here and there
All over

I used to feel fine
Strong
Brilliant in the light
But the dullness is wearing me out
Wearing me so thin
I'm afraid I'll snap
Brittle and rough around the edges

Beautiful brown
But not what I'm supposed to look like
Not what I used to look like
I can feel the moisture all around me
Trying to work its way in
Finding its way in
And as much as I scrub
There's always another layer
Of rust

And if something
Were to rust completely
Would there be any part
Of it's former self,
Though not recognizable,
That you could still call
By my name

Please remember my name
Even if I rust away
Pollution in the wind