Every day, I bear the weight of others. Sometimes light and only at my centre. Sometimes it presses down with a darkness that makes me lose my balance. They move me as if I am an inconvenience, grinding my heels until they splinter. They constantly adorn me to suit their ever-changing ideas. They won’t let me leave, though. I am their prisoner. They will keep oppressing me until they have no use for me, and I will become embers before falling ash.