I feel like a softball net

Nobody knows how my frame is supposed to go

So they build it up

Then decide it’s not right

They tear me down again

I’m a softball net held to my frame by my friends

But each friend that holds me is fragile

Like an over used rubber band

Their hooks scar me deeply

Friends come and move around

Some break and fall

A piece of me now gone from my frame

While others grow stronger

Hooks digging deeper

While I continue to fall and be refastened

Something else is thrown at me

Drama

Big, small, fast, slow, friends, home, school

They’re the softball that hit my net

Each new drama rips my net just a bit

Or knocks another piece loose

On and on the cycle goes

Frame changing

Net ripping

Hooks digging in and falling out

Rubber bands snapping