society scrambles me up,throws me in the gutter,tear up my lines of imperfection,making bruise and bleed easily.
I feel the pain you instill in me when you move your words of sorrow and pain across me,I feel the pain that comes with the mean words,I feel your anger running across me,but why hurt me?
can't I be treated like a living being?
can't I live in this morden society?,just because im made out of paper??