Lost Karala

I often feel lost and lonely. Isolated. Ignored. I feel my body has no use. No freedom. Just like a lifeless miris karala chopped away and stired in some boiling pot just to make someone else's meal more delicious and tasty. I feel I have no say in anything. When I'm with others I feel stronger, but weaker too. At the same time. Strange I know. Strong, coz I have them to spend my time with, strong coz I have them to depend on. But weak coz I depend on them, weak coz I know they wouldn't be there for me forever.