I feel bound
To the rock
That tied me here,
Because I asked.
I asked because
I dug a hole,
Jumped in,
And then asked politely
Of the rock
To tie me up
With nothing
But my self-doubt.
The hole was 12 feet deep,
With slick walls of mud
That I made myself.
No way to climb out
Or avoid
The circumstances
Which like a cage,
I am trapped in.
My plan,
Which failed,
Was to isolate
Myself from the world,
Evade any possibilities
Of recognition
Or humiliation.
What it turned out to be
Was people staring down
At the hole and me,
Sending their love
Even though
I shut them out,
Told them I didn't need it.
At the very beginning of
My isolation,
An angel
Disguised as a regular school-girl
Lifted me out of my hole.
She untied the rock,
The burden,
From my back,
And made me happier
Than anyone else
Ever had.
We did have some times
Where the Devil
Convinced us
That the other
Was not worth ouour time,
We made it through,
Always and forever,
Until that one dreadful day.
That day she did threaten
To do what she had promised not to,
And I was disappointed.
I knew that she was better than this,
That the environment
And stress
Were causing her
To believe the Devil.
The next day,
She tied me up
(More loosely this time)
And threw me down
To my old prison.
I knew that later
She would regret
What she did,
But might not
Be brave enough
To come back
For apologies
From both sides,
And heave me up
To make me happy
Like back in the past.
I feel sorry
For my angel,
With all the stress
Put upon her,
From me
And other people
She decided to save
From their own distresses.
She's a saviour to all,
And I hope one day
She realizes
The mistake she made.
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