What are we?

So, I’ve been sitting here trying to figure out what I could write about that relevant and exciting yet has meaning. Well I couldn’t think of anything for today so I thought I would try to stump you with something simple.
"What am I?" Is a simple exercise where the writer describes an object and have a reader guess what it is. Can you guess what this object is?

I am the beginning to all ends. Yet some are too scared to start. I am poked and scratched but I never complain. I may cringe in pain from a harsh touch but once I am tampered I can never be the same. I never complain though, I stay silent until you make me speak. Whether it is a novel or a short note, I will always be there for you. I will never forget what you say unless you want it to be so.

I can be folded and thrown, yet I am always wanted. I will never go out of date and I have changed very little through my years. I have watched countless times as my brethren have been bounded and torn. I want to scream out but I stay silent, as if drawing a blank.

I am simple yet I can show imagination; whether it is with words or drawings. Most overlook me; some even think me a waist. I find that rude for how they proclaim ideas is by using me. Seems hypocritical if you ask me but I won’t respond. I’ll stay true until you make me lie.

What am I?