You grip me in your hand

Holding onto my glass tight as if you knew it would be the last time you'd ever hold me.

With a smile on your face you throw me on the ground

Just to see if I'd break

and when I shattered 

You.

You. Laughed; as if I was your favorite comedian.

Just to get up when you are done laughing at my jokes.

You just left me there

Shattered into a million pieces.

Just to see if there was anyone around with enough patience and glue to put me back together. 

Let's just say I am glad it wasn't you.