Being needed.....
Its a lovely feeling to know when you are needed by most. And that for people to need you means that you are still not forgotten. But people who need me just what to use me and in the case, I'd rather be unknown. The constant bickering and unneeded demands. The never ending whining that they want things done there way. I am stuck in a world where dimensions have rules. The rules of which I did not choose. Now I must follow them, being forced to by a guiding hand. A hand that like people who use me, never forgets me, but makes me feel like I wish my life would end. So being needed by most leaves a feeling inside. It cuts right threw you like a hot knife threw butter with your hand on the other side. Being needed in the end is great as most would say. But being needed to me, I'll get more appreciation when I am dead.