What Am I To You? ! Poem by Annie Copper

Did you think I was a flower, that I was yours to pick,
To take apart my petals, and give them a little flick.
Was I your ball to play with, to kick it when it fell,
To smash straight into the net, to watch me crack like an eggshell.
Was I just a playing card, that you could stick or pass,
Not a good enough number, clearly not the ace of hearts.
Well my dear I tell you, I am none of these,
I am my own person, not sent here just to please.
I am not an object, I actually have feelings,
You wait and see what karma, brings you on it's wings.