Not an Object, Not a Weapon

I was a doll to them, a simple doll that was played with for the amusement of others. They told me they cared for me, promised me that I meant something and ensured that I would be okay, it was a lie, all a lie.

I don't care if they are light or good or whatever, they treated me like I was less than a human being and for what? No idea, no clue.

I'm strong, that's all I know and I sure as heck am going to take advantage of it.