Short Straw

Everyone's going to run away

when I need them the most.

Someone will stay behind

to lash me naked to the post.

They'll all run home

to find shelter from the storm.

I'll be left out there,

because that's the norm.

Lightning will crash

and thunder will roll

and sharks will come

to swallow me whole.

Nature abhors a vacuum

except when I'm inside.

I'm left out there to die

while everyone else hides.

Why?

What did I do wrong?

Nothing.

I just drew

the short straw.