The Tragedy of Being a Basketball Pillow

Can you ever imagine someone whose reason for existence was being hit at? Well, won’t that be a tragedy. I am that tragedy – A Basketball. As much fun as people have when playing with me, they should keep feelings of other things into consideration. Although I am an inanimate object according to humans, so they won’t really ever know. Until then it’s being passed over from one sweaty hand into another and a basket. Ow, why do people have to hit so hard! Now look, the wall has cracked.