Maybe I Should Kill Myself

The wind knocks me to the ground. I am no longer strong enough to hold on, I fade into the soil and watch the mold bite into my fingertips. An object reborn. The goblins love me because I do not love myself. I am dirt and mud and ugliness. They dress me in gowns and tie me tightly into corsets. I pretend that these are real. The masquerade finally begins. Their grins gaping as they watch me arrive. They ask me to dance with them, And I agree. Oh, how I wish I could return to what I was. Become a leaf on a branch once again. Before they took me and forced me into this curse. Once you start dancing, you are never allowed to stop. Would you believe me if I told you what I used to be? A bud unharmed by nature, no wiser than any other. Before I was sliced apart by the enemies surrounding me. Their swords were the sharpest points I have ever seen. Truthfully, I was my only enemy, I realized once I died. They were my blades that battered at my own defenses. How could I not know that I had walked straight into another trap? Now I shall surely dance myself to death once again.