Brave Little Toaster - Amelia Caldwell

I have been used and left hanging from the corner of Amelia's mirror for the rest of my life. Why couldn't she just put some jet glue on my back and dance a few more times. She says that I am "dead," she is far from the truth. I feel as though I am being suffocated the way she hung me up on her mirror, like she does not care that I am capable of feeling pain. I look around at her purple room, there are probably 200 other pointe shoes in here. I can tell she used some of them longer than she used me. What, just because her teacher didn't like the way I fit onto her foot she can't wait a week longer? I know I still have some support left in me for her. Granted it would be my fault if she rolled over my head.... Maybe Amelia was right to leave me all alone on the side of her mirror. Amelia is coming into the room, I wonder why she looks at me like a long lost friend. Maybe she is remembering the last performance we shared together, after all it was a big moment for the both of us.