Broken Toy

I am a broken toy.
Played with too many times
By rough manipulating hands.
I am always put together again,
Despite never being the same again.
On the outside i am still in one piece,
My magled insides hidden from the eyes.
This damage has taken my only joy.
I will never sing another sweet tune,
Left only with this melancholy song.
My shining lights no longer work,
My pretty colours worn.
So why am I still the favourite toy,
Still played with despite my broken parts.
My shattered, cracked, and broken parts.
Because i am strong.
I will keep playing this game.
I will keep singing my melancholy tune.
For as long as I dont give up,
Don't give in to manipulating hands,
I am more than a broken toy.