Wild animals

My clinginess and my neediness are like wild animals. I try to keep them in check, but they are always so desperate to go out and roam that some times they manage to dig a hole under the gate and wander free and cause estragos in my life (I left estragos in Spanish because the whole sound of it is falling to pieces).

They drag me down with their desperate dependency and obsession. But once more I manage to collect them and put them back in the corral, where they belong, under my supervision.