Sorbet

"Be nice to the people. That's what you want only for yourself." Those words, the ones I kept thinking of. Why did I must listen to everyone else, flawlessly?? Could I not live my own life? I put on my favourite clip and swam out the front door. The people did not care. I was always in pain. Agony. My mind a mental cage. I did not care for that anymore. "The people are not my people." I muttered. 

Swimming under the great canyon of blood red stone, I noticed something. Something greater than they all knew. I saw it of course. It was just as misunderstood as me. And yet when it lounged to brutally grab my tail, and as I sunk to the bottom, bleeding, I knew it was yet all but fate that brought me to the deep.