Assumptions are all you possess.
Him, her, they, everyone is to blame.
Soon I become your target, your wolf that covers in sheep’s wool.
You don’t differentiate between friend and foe. To you it’s all the same.
And yet as I disappear you begin to dismay.
Truly,  I find no happiness in your presence but we are bound by the same string.
As you pull I draw near.
Consumed by your wallowing and infinite tears I pull away only to again find myself here.