I Am a Skittle
I am a Skittle
I wonder why people like us so much
I hear people chewing and chewing on us
I see people taking us one by one
I want to be with my friends
I am just a harmless skittle
I pretend to be okay
I feel a little sad
I touch people's’ fingers
I say, ’’Please don't eat me!’’
I dream of being with my family
