I have been put together out paper and glue and my objective of life was to beated with a stick by young children. Everyonce in a while a old drunk would try to live his young days again and Beat me and people like me senseless.  Day by day, brother by brother , they would fall to the superior life. My heart drops as I see a mother looking for the perfect one. I'm nervous, I'm scared and as my brother so taken a sign on relief fills my gut. But today I wouldn't be so lucky. Today I was choosen to be the new batting practice for the family. The magnitude of the pain in my heart grows fast as I reach the home. The father hangs me in a tree as kids my size run out in laughter. I am choking,dying but can't do anything about it. I try to slip free but I have no limps. Kids swing and swing the pain I can not bear. As I bruise and scar the kids laugh at my pain and take turns knocking me crazy. Till finally my insides of sweet goodness fall to the floor. Kid after kid diving for my soul eating it piece by piece , like animals. My end is in a dumpster