Thinking about the world

I've been thinking about the world
Everywhere its like cracked clay
Shards are cutting me
Yet they paint.
Struggle to survive but I have many luxuries I don't even use.
To keep my soul (self?) alive but I have the ingriedients.
I have what I need but


Too many things.
Are they right?

I thought I was so sure but
They took me words and actions
Like a spider spinning a web
I'm the fly? They say I'm the clumsy person
Ruining their hard work!

Ground me.

Cracks are deeping and I hope for the building to collapse
I would like,
to,
Start again with a kinder basis
They replace the top bricks but the ground is uneven and wet. 

Carve out my stomach and I may feel my body happily!
Should I
Laugh at hate
Or shake my head
Because you want me to do both

I love you'
You don't listen
You make my world unsteady and put yourself in a position of a creator

I don't do this for attention but give me more

Ground me.
Don't chain me, use rope to Ground me. I need to feel soil
and I need to not feel like I'm
floating away again.


Ground me!