I was raised to be an emotional stressball
Bred to be soft enough to be crumpled and squished
when anger overwhelms you.
Designed to be elastic enough to be back in my original shape
Until the urge to clench rears up again.
My squeaks and gasps soothes your frantic nerves.
But through the years, I tear and wear...
My fibers are not as resilient anymore..
My bounce not as quick as you would have liked it to..
My sound has been but a faint plea..
I am worn out.
Reject me, throw me in the trash
I am tired and am of no use now
Buy a new one instead.