Someone deciding that you should be a part of a shitstorm – sometimes two
Ejected into dejection – many, plenty, many, plenty, more lows
Than highs
Hardly ever –
Is a foot found on firm ground. Unstable
Like a wobbly table or
The home you were raised in,
Taught to love, taught to save them
Despite the glaring truth
Life is lonely and painful and they conspired to do this to you
Just to see
If a child would have pulled them out of misery
No, instead – when I was bred
The globe turned to bread and more anguish was spread
So when I pull out and leave a stain on the bed
Now it is known what I am trying to prevent