Amorphous

I am Shapeless.

A Villian to an arching Hero.

I am a Pest. A Slug.

A Menace.

Forget MANKIND.

I am pushed. Punched, 

tugged in all sorts of directions.

Do I have a mind of my own?

Again,

I am flowing as an uncontrollable river.

I am streaming past stones. 

I can't hold on.

Forget THE WORLD

Snickers sound behind shadows.

A playful grin masks their disgust.

I am slapped.

I am broken.

Do I have a mind of my own?

I am shapeless.

Emotions are bullies.

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