Cattle

  Everyone around me is a cow. They're all cows. I'm a cow. When the school bell rings to signal next period, the cattle bell chimes. We walk the same path to our next class five days straight, then off too lunch. Off to graze in the field that is our cafeteria. I watch us all mindlessly follow the same patterns over and over again. Once we get to old and graduate from high school, our lives are butchered. We turn into butchered meat to be served up to society. We are then bought with money by our jobs, our bosses. I'm am just a cow ready to but cut up in little pieces and served up as a slab of meat. Only, when I see the other cows grazing in the cafeteria or walk the same path everyday, I stand away and watch them. Maybe I'm the lame cow. The one that should be shot, if that's a thing that they do to cows.

Unwillingly to you,

A clinically depressed author