Wolf
Today you are mine. You are not good, you are not the hero, you are not the one that is liked, you are mine. You are that piece that triggers others, that says the wrong things at the wrong times, is in the wrong place at the wrong time. Yes, you are the one pointed at, disgusted with, pointed at, called out. You are the one that all can live without. A loss that would not even be noticed aside from things not being done. Only superficial. You would only be missed because you were a cog in a wheel, no more. Easily replaceable, easily forgot. Today you are mine. Nothing is what you are. A waste of people's time, a bother in their lives, a burden to their schedules. A thorn in their side is what you are. No more than a problem, this is what you are. You feel that, in your gut? That pit of disappointment and shame? The feeling that occurs with each look toward, each word from, each glance. You do nothing for them but weigh them down, hold them back. You take up space another could hav...