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