I stay sitting in the same place,

For as long as I can.

Until I end up getting kicked around,

And me being who I am, I take it.

I never do anything back,

Because what good will it do?

Every now and then I get tossed around,

And still, I just take it.

When it's all quiet I feel safe,

I feel good and feel free.

But when people come around I know,

That at some point I will get attacked.

Sometimes people think I look cool,

They take me and I feel good for a while.

Then they forget all about me,

For a few days I sit in darkness.

But like always I get thrown outside,

And the cycle starts all over again.