Break Me

You think you're so cool, you think you have what it takes? You get to know my favorite color, what I in general like, don't like.
You think it's funny to tease or mock me? Wow, so original. Go ahead.
Why would I ever suspect it? It's not like I have any guards up.
It's not like I already know what it's like to feel misunderstood, to be mentally, and emotionally shoved into the hard ground.
It's not like I was ever replaced by some stupid animal, that got all the love and care that I so desperately craved.
It's not like I've had my heart broken, trust shattered to pieces.
It's not like if I ever wanted to get along or get something remotely seen as affection, I had to act like the perfect angel.
It's not like I was ever told I was lucky to be here, or that I was just some dumb bratty kid.
It's not like I was left to entertain myself everyday with no purpose.
It's not like I had to know how to take any kind of blame that was pushed on me.
It's not like I had to run away and hide when someone was annoyed at me for simply asking if they could do something with me.
It's not like I've ever hurt myself in a desperate action to try and communicate to others that I was in pain.
It's not like nobody noticed.
If you think you can hurt me, if you think you can break me, more than I've already been broken?
Heh, you're pathetic.