Life is Like a Polo Mint

INTRODUCTION

Life is like a polo mint. You know, that donut shaped minty treat that you sometimes eat instead of brushing your teeth. Is that just me? Probably.

You're sweet, at first, and strong and tasty. With a twist, almost. Everyone wants you, but you're always last to be picked, at the bottom of the packet. Somehow, though with all the new 'mints' you meet; there is still hole in your core. Something that you are missing. It seems so close, you can almost touch it. But yet; so far, so distance, as if you would have to cross a galaxy in order this specific rogue puppy. When you get close to it, you try to reel it in, giving it gifts -treats and gifts galore-it sees a butterfly and chases after see everyone around you drop out like the sullen leaves in autumn.

When they're chosen, that is.

Then when you are taken out the packet. Into the real world. It's not as good as people say it is. People are nasty, and two faced. Almost like the puppy, but instead of a sweet little Labrador, it's a Rottweiler. Beautiful in its own way. More likely to snap out and bite, though. Less appealing as well. They're dishonest and con-people. They take the little things you hold onto so dearly.

They're not all like her though. She's that untrained mischievous puppy. The one I chase after. The one so easily led. She's rotted away by society. Her kind are given a bad name for crimes committed by people like them in the distant past. I have a feeling though. We are alike. In ways to many to count…