personification Poem ~ Axe

An axes life isn't a good one, after they use me they dump me in a dark shed until they want to use me again. Every day I get used to cut stupid trees with my amazing shinning head after I cut a tree down I scream for joy, I also get painful headaches after a hard days of work I come in small sizes and big sizes, I also have cracks and scratches on me, why can't I be used for something else.