And Another

I found this poem on an old blog of mine. It was written for a poetry class I was in. The goal was to write a poem comparing two things without using "like/as". This was a bit dark, but it was a good challenge.

You are a soccer ball
At foot level
Pushed every which way
Always put on path
Kicked by all who know you
And yet
You're just happy that they
play with you at all