Everyone you meet takes something,
Leaves something with you.
Some get their hooks in and stay.
And stay.
And it will hurt to tear them out.
I close my eyes and pull.

I pull because we are the words of those around us.
So I pull
And pull more,
and pull more.
And tear more,
and give more .

Then I look back and see all the hooks behind me,
The hooks I put in other.
I hope they hurt,
Simply to balance the equation