An autobiography of a villain action figurine...

I had not chosen to be what I am,
why couldn't I be the same as them?
I had always looked at others with envy,
as our young Master favored many.
We were made from the same material,
and yet I always felt inferior.
I yearned to be picked from the shelf,
even though I knew I would hurt myself.
And once again my arms were fallen,
from being thrown against the pillar.
But this time round, Master is bent,
and he refused to fix me back.
I felt unloved, undesired and unwanted,
as I bided farewell to this adopted home.
Emptiness filled me as I lay in the bin,
But then again, I had always felt incomplete.
Laughters and curses had always greeted me,
ever since the day that I was made.
So much pride I had to swallow,
but soon it would all be over.
Now, as I look at the ceiling above, I think to myself,
I should be happy, I have served my purpose.
Finally I'll be free, where I'll embark on my next journey...

I don't care if it hurts, I want to have control. I want a perfect body, I have a perfect soul... (quoted from the song Creep by Radiohead)