I live inside an animal

I live inside an animal Despite being bound to it I am the one in charge I do not particularly like this animal But I do pity it Life has crudely carved scars upon its surface A souvenir from the challenges it has faced I have not always been kind to this animal But I’m trying to be better I’m doing my best to feed it well I’m doing my best to keep up with its needs To most people, I am not visible. The animal is what they see. But a curious few have looked into my eyes. I let them have my animal. They may appreciate it more than I do. Almost all the time, I wish I could exist without it. But just as all I have is it, all it has is me. Tag(s): writing, poetry