Pack

So now I’m back
In that rock hard place
That place where misery lives
As an outsider
To be used and battered
Mentally
For their amusement

Occasionally the door opens
I’m invited in
A strong hunter who can provide
Will provide
willingly
For a scrap of acceptance
Then, bellies filled the door slams
Hard and loud
Until hunger bites them again

I do not learn
I’ll never learn
I need their love as much as
They need my skill
They bight and snarl
I whimper
Return with another meal
Accepted again