A Child's Plaything

Over the few years I've been alive, I learned of emotions. Particularly anger and hatred.

The reality of my life is that it is extremely tedious, painful, agonising and just awful.

Every day I hear the same high-pitched squeals and screams, and the occasional attempt of lowering a voice. I will always shake around spastically.

After a few hours of this, usually in the mornings, I will be left on a windowsill as some kind of horrible torture. I'm left for hours, staring into the wide world in which I could be roaming.

But no. Instead I am stuck here, in the same daily rut.

I feel like I am a pawn in a sick game.

A child's plaything...

I feel like a children's toy.

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