Poem again again again again...

To you, To me

I was born in a small bowl

filled with tons of the same fish as me

It was too cramped

and I started to become hungry

Then, the bowl was moved

and we were placed into a better house than before

I was split with my family and friends

I was tired and hungry

then, a young boy came in

he started to bang on the new house

there was disaster

the water was splashed this way and that

To you, it's giving me disaster and playing

but to me, it's getting disaster and being in pain

I figured that I was just a toy to these humans

I was a creature, I was alive; but to them, I'm not even alive

To them, It is playing with me

but to me, it is being played with and tortured

I heard stories about the sea

the ocean where we could be free

I heard of the overflowing and delicious food

much much better than the flavorless sandlike food of our's

humans came and go

they can go anywhere they want, I noticed

they didn't have to stay in a small, small tank

and only wonder about other places

Well, To you, it's putting me into a perfect, cozy house

but to me, it's getting put into a prison-like room

what if it's the opposite?

how would you feel, I thought

you never got in disaster or got played with

you never got forced into a prison

you never got pain as I got

because to you, it's giving me pain

but to me, it's getting endless pain and dropping me in hell