My Purse.

I have had this purse for three years,
But used it for the first time today.
Everyday i pick a puse that matches my outfit,
And this,
Was the best fit.
It, however,
Has made me mad,
As it does not cooperate.
It wants the power,
And so do I.
I deserve the power,
It is just a purse.
This morning,
I attached a flower,
To pretty it up.
It did not want to look pretty,
It wanted to look tough.
Well I wasn't looking,
It threw my flower on the floor.
A while after I got mad at it,
It stabbed me with my pencil.
Before I take it out again,
My purse must learn to behave.