My family has been taken from me.

 

The wind has been knocked out of me, I've been pushed to the ground.

 

The world is whirling around me but I just can't seem to keep up. 

 

The blanket has been ripped out from beneath me and I no longer know where I am. For a while I had a solid grip on the ground but that has been whisked away with what is now my past. 

 

But was my present and my future. 

 

 

My future used to be locked with a key and out of reach, but it's been unlocked and now that it's open i don't know what to do with it. 

 

I find myself stranded on an island of sadness, on a tower of tears not being able to remember a simple sentence of "I am okay". 

 

There are times when my life feels so shattered like I am a mirror which has been hit by a fist and has fallen to the ground. 

 

I feel like a basketball that is only used when the owner wants. 

I always feel like a puppet, in someone else's grasp. 

 

My mind tells me that whether I like it or not I will always be a puppet in your world of games and fairytales. You are the giant and I am the mouse getting stomped on by your every move. 

 

You are cruel. I have met many cruel people in my short existence and had to stand face to face and fight for my freedom, But I still choose to believe that this world is not cruel. It's just those few.