Metamorphosis Poem by Gabrielle Tastet

Work, work is all I know.
It is how the day goes by.
The day is new it is time to go,
But something is different. Why?
I get up and find it hard to move.
Try over and over and all I do is fall,
It is like I just dove
Down into the abyss hitting every wall,
On my way to the bottom, far away.
Then family snuffs my every move,
Even though I try my best every day,
This is a big mess that’s been wove.
What is the world to do?