People hurt me and crunch me which makes me mad,
Now you may know I come in different colors,
Not to mention sometimes I’ll smell very bad,
But now I just feel very blue,
Just mainly kind’a sad
So I’m going to tell you what I’ll do,
It’s time that I have justice too,
So I’ll attack with my legs, the ones I use to stand,
Although I can’t even move with them which makes me feel blue,
Even though I’m white, it isn’t very grand
I guess I learn my way in life like all my other friends,
I’ll just learn to ‘deal with it’ until I’m crunched to death in the end.
Who am I?