A ROCK....

I am a ROCK, or at least I'd like to be a rock.  It hurts when I'm pushed around, my feelings are thrown about, my emotional state is ridiculed...therefore; being a rock would alleviate all of the pain I have and perhaps will continue to endure.  Shit!  Throw me out to sea for all I care once I gain ROCK status.  Rocks just are, it's that simple.  They need no explanations...nothing.  They need and rely on no one and nothing.  How lovely it would be to "just be", a ROCK that is.  They come in all shapes and sizes, different textures and from around the world, they are openly accepted as they are.  The need to conform is not there, they just are...no need to please, to wipe away tears, comfort...NOTHING....I want to be a ROCK!