I can’t, for the life of me, understand why they do
these things to me.
Being pulled in different directions is pushing me to
the brink of extinction.
Emotions all in a jumble, this feeling of being dragged
without permission, is goading me to end this
How can I make up this mind twisted beyond
When everyone is asking a piece of me like they often
do when they see a tasty meal?
I am beyond exhausted from all these pulling and
I only long for the silence that beckons to me from
that newly dug hole on that soft ground muddied by
footprints that made it.
It is perhaps the best place to be for a twisted mind
that knows no release.
-Little Ink Elf 052113-