Contrary to popular belief, pens are not simply pieces of plastic and ink, they also have human traits, feelings and emotion.
A pen, just like people, can bleed when damaged. A pen can be stubborn, and quit working when challenged. A pen can be outspoken when their buttons are pushed with a click or two. A pen can be judgmental and be turned off by you. A pen can write nasty things or merry, tales of distant lands, humor or scary.
Though it enters your home with others of same color, A pen sees no race, quickly mixing and mingling with those of others. A pen can hold onto you when you need it the most and can “grow legs” off your desk, disappearing like a ghost. A pen will let you know when their ink needs to be changed, and it always knows the best click to drive a neighbor insane. A pen is trustworthy and there when you need it, to pour your heart out until its ink is depleted. A pen can defend when you need some aid, and its plastic and ink can be mightier than a blade. If you take anything away from this story, it should be this: