The Whistle

I am lonely
I resemble to a whistle
I am worn out
I have been used to many times
I am the ball inside
I am trapped
The blowing of the whistle
It feels like people hurting me
Constantly I am being thrown around by whoever blows my whisle
There are many people that feel this way.
I am speaking for them as if they have no mouth
But they shall have a mind to think and to feel how they feel
These people need to speak as I speak
Or nothing good will happen
Nothing will change
Stand up for yourself and breathe
We have one shot at having a life
Why are we holding our lives back now
Why?
I say "Live it and Learn to Love it"