Notes from Underground

My name is Bob the Mole.

My name is Bob the Mole.

I live under the ground.

I live under the ground.

I have lived here for ten years.

I have lived here for ten years.

I never come up to see the sun.

I never come up to see the sun.

Why do I stay down here?

Why do I stay down here?

Because I am angry.

Because I am angry.

I am angry at everything.

I am angry at everything.

The rabbits above ground are happy.

The rabbits above ground are happy.

The birds sing pretty songs.

The birds sing pretty songs.

But me?

But me?

I just dig holes and think bad thoughts.

I just dig holes and think bad thoughts.

Yesterday, a worm said hello to me.

Yesterday, a worm said hello to me.

I was mean to the worm.

I was mean to the worm.

Why?

Why?

Because being mean makes me feel strong.

Because being mean makes me feel strong.

When I am nice, I feel weak.

When I am nice, I feel weak.

So I choose to be mean.

So I choose to be mean.

I used to live above ground.

I used to live above ground.

I had friends.

I had friends.

But I always said the wrong things.

But I always said the wrong things.

I made people sad.

I made people sad.

So I came down here to hide.

So I came down here to hide.

Sometimes I hear children playing above me.

Sometimes I hear children playing above me.

They laugh and run.

They laugh and run.

This makes me more angry.

This makes me more angry.

Why are they happy when I am not?

Why are they happy when I am not?

It is not fair.

It is not fair.

I write these words on the dirt wall with my claw.

I write these words on the dirt wall with my claw.

Maybe someday, another angry animal will read them.

Maybe someday, another angry animal will read them.

They will understand me. I could go up and say sorry to my old friends.

They will understand me. I could go up and say sorry to my old friends.

I could try to be nice.

I could try to be nice.

But no. I will stay here.

But no. I will stay here.

Being angry is easier than being sorry.

Being angry is easier than being sorry.

The other moles think I am crazy.

The other moles think I am crazy.

They work hard and sleep well.

They work hard and sleep well.

But I just think and think until my head hurts.

But I just think and think until my head hurts.

This is my life.

This is my life.

Dark, angry, and alone.

Dark, angry, and alone.

And you know what?

And you know what?

I choose it this way.

I choose it this way.