You should keep me as straight as can be, yet very few do. Most of the time I am slightly bent or curved. Your sadness usually causes me to bend further, but don’t bend me for too long or I may never be able to fully straighten out again. What am I?
I am a curved, sometimes I am straight. I come in different shapes and sizes. You can fit me anywhere, but in the end, there is only one right place for me.
What am I ?
Most want me; few do not. I am shaken by the sound of a single shot. I am needed on earth but I have lost my way. I wish for death to stop every day. I go to bed and wish all night but even then there is still a fight. I cannot take this anymore. Can you please just call off the war? Think of all the sons, daughters, nephews and nieces. Do you know what I am?
At attention, on demand, when you put me in your hand; I can be straight or I can be curved, No matter my looks, my purpose is served.
What am i ?
