tom and jerry

There's this mouse. 

She's just sitting there.. and she sits fine for a little while. 

She sits pretty and patiently, waiting for graduation, waiting for prince charming, waiting to die at the normal rate. 

And then a few months later it just kind of shifts slowly, yet drastically. 

The mouse starts to get out more, in secret, and take things... and she starts to use her own body but she doesn't realize why.. she never cared for anything like that before. 

a few more months go by and the same mouse just kind of lays there. Waiting to die. Nothing else. Maybe if she stops eating shell feel something maybe if she hurts shell feel emotions other than nothingness.. its not a sadness its a loneliness.

And now its just a cycle. 

Ive always compared myself to a mouse. 

Small and weak. Quiet and unusual. misunderstood. 

But sometimes... I just happen to have a mallet.