I’m sick and tired of being used; being needed for a moment and then forgotten until further use is needed, like a cleaning solution. I can’t stand this anymore, this feeling that I am the one that needs to be strong and reliable. When I need someone, there’s no one to turn to. I get the feeling that even those closest me secretly wish for my downfall. They want to see me fail. They want to see me admit that I can’t do this alone. Or maybe I’m just paranoid. If that’s true, where are they all now? As I sit here locked in this prison. Constantly puppeted and turned to do others bidding, I suffer. I breathe slowly, savoring the limited oxygen provided. I choke. Hoping the next gasp won’t feel wheezy, but I struggle. I see my future. I feel it’s anything but limitless.