The bite

I saw you walking up that hill, With those eyes waiting to kill, Almost as if you were seeking death, But really you were my little pet. You loved me and I loved you, But anyone who came close, you would groan, You see, you owned me more than I owned you, Even though I brought you to life. We really need to sort this problem, Because others see it as a problem, I don't and you don't. But as you and I know, we must please THEM! For it is they who have the last say with their opinions and thoughts. Goodbye my pet, in your next life, do not repeat again.