So lately I've been a little bewildered with the world around me. Maybe frustrated is a better word. I think the best way to express my feelings is with a poem, so here goes:

A puppet on a string,
Pulled by everything.
Tossed and Turned with Every Twist,
of the child's Spastic Wrist.
Yanked back and forth,
Tearing apart
Falling Lifeless to to the Ground,
Mercilessly Bound.
the child looses interest
as I do not React.
Leaves me there, Forsaken,
Never Coming Back.

P.S. to all you inquiring girls out there.... no, this is not about a boy.