You dress me in pretty clothes. I look like a little princess somedays. On other days I look like a handsome young lad. They all make fun of me when you dress me up. But I like being dressed up. But then you stopped. You said I was boring, you no longer danced with me. Then you just threw me everywhere. I started getting cracked. My clothing grew more ragged. Then you came back but you then gave me to another who did not care for me. They destroyed my arms and then my legs. I couldn't even cry. I only felt numb. But then I saw a way out. The person you gave me to through me out. Then two people picked me up. One wore pastels and the other wore mostly black and White with some grey. They took me home and fixed me. I love them dearly. They hold me close and tell me secrets as well as tell me how pretty/handsome I look. But sometimes one would come back crying and the other angry/sad. I then realized they are the same person. The room is split in two. One day she dresses in black the next he dresses in bright colors. Now I still sit with them as they tell me about their day. I hope this lasts forever.....