Lost

The hole where your support should be is empty Void of all that is meant to reside there Why is it so? It was ripped from me when I needed it-you most Lost to your need to boast I am lacking the prim and properness of the others The ones you say I must call friends Why is it so? Do you yearn to break me Too much trouble to let me be The hole you wish to stuff me in is too tight Perhaps I could fit if the bottom was removed Why is it so? You seek to trap me keep me contained Yet my will is too strong to be detained I am not what I appear to be Frail, weak, and in need of saving Why is it so? I know what is done to the strong Crushed to fit as if they have done something wrong The hole in the ground is filled to the brim Water from the rain filling its depths Why is it so? The rain beats upon the roof like a drummer upon a gong The rain is gone I have waited too long