Life as an ant

As I run around in this little town, I must fight for my life.
I must fight for my home, my food, my happiness, for my life.
I must try to not get stepped on.
I must fight for my house to stand tall.
I must run and take my food fast, before I get killed.
Life out here is a jungle.
I am under a magnify glass, about to shrivel up and die.
These kids are hurting me so bad; I swear there out to get me.
There goes one leg,
Now the other.
Oh no there goes a feeler.
But I guess not being able to feel is a good thing,
That way I can’t be hurt any more.
Life is a battle,
A battle I must win.
So I shall bite there leg,
Eat there flesh,
And hurt them as much as they hurt me.
But they are way too big.
With me standing next to them,
I look like a midget.
I must be off now.
I must scurry away,
Before they step on me again.
Life is a fight for food.
Life is a battle for a home.
Life is a struggle to survive.
Life is harder then I thought.
But then again I never meat my mom.
She died before I hatched.
I miss her so much.
I wish I would’ve known her.
Well life as an ant isn’t so bad.
Only when people come around,
To stomp on me, to kill my family, to hurt my life, to destroy my home.
Life as an ant is hard compared to a human,
Who could walk where ever they wanted,
Knowing that they can’t have there home walked on.
But yet they too, can be walked on.
Oh no,
There’s a stampeed!
And I just got squished!
Man life was hard as an ant…
And now I’m dead.
Some life that was.
I lived my whole life in fear and pain.
And now all I feel is regret.
Regret that I was so helpless.
Because I was an ant.

*this one was also written for school...*