Sometimes in life you are left helpless. Its not always your fault. It just happens.
Shit happens. But you are left there. Like a sitting duck. For everyone to hunt down.
To humiliate and eventually exterminate. Physically or spiritually.
Great heroes have declared that the enemy could manipulate and abuse their body but they (the enemy) could never possess their soul.
How brave. Yes, but ducks are no heroes.
Especially unsuspecting-innocent little ducks.
So you are left at the mercy of these great hunters out there.
With the big guns and all. With the big mouths.
You are not weak. On the contrary you are very strong.
You can fly away from your fears.
But you dont.
And you just sit there.
Like a sitting duck.