A Broken Toy

I am just a broken toy.

You use me against my will,

moving my arms legs and body,

forcing me in different ways.

Children pull my arms,

but I would like to control my own movements.

And when you're done and bored, you forget me.

I am left alone to rot.

It’s like I never existed to you.

You abandon someone you once loved.

Someone who was there for you in your time of need.