A mouse

 I am in the center of a clear ball rolling, and being slammed into every corner.
Inside the world there are often opinions based in control, love and indifference.
I thought I knew you, would say those who never knew.
I thought I loved you, would say those who never loved.
I thought I was above this, and yet the survivors slip underneath the closed doors with contortion.
Inside a world  is an evolution of who we are afraid of becoming, the universe.
There is only an open sky, and yet we live on the ground.
Beside a broken emotional door, is a mouse. She is afraid of the squeak it makes, because it might startle someone. And yet the only form of love comes through in honesty.
And the only way out of a corner is through a door.