Who Could I Be?

hang me up and put me on the wall, with glass eyes i'm sure i'd look alright
cut me up and make me into shoes, at least i get to walk beyond these walls
you can't make me feel, you can't make me feel when i'm dead
take my milk and put it in my mouth, at least you get to taste what i'm about
take my kida and never let them out, 'cos im no good except to feed your mouth
you can't make me feel, you can't make me feel when i'm dead
why won't you leave me here, i'm sure i'll be alright
i wouldn't hurt anything, i know what isn't mine
who could i be?