idear gorrilla

Trapped in a cage, with no friends, sitting in the dark. People come and poke at me, throw something to try to get me to jump. I don't move anymore, there's just no point when there's no where to go. the ones i really hate are the ones who come over and act really nice to get up close, and sadly after all these years, i still feel a hope, a yearning for a truely kind hand, but ineveitably it ends badly, with a shove or a pinch or just something to get me to react. Always the prodding to react to act like something i'm not. i just don't move anymore. Moving just means i'll draw more attention, draw more prods. Its just so much easier to never move. Never move again, and maybe it'll all just end...