Grow

Claim your property.
I am still left unwanted.
People go past me.
I linger untouched.

Why dnt I please them?
Do I carry a bad taste in life?
Why do I want to be with them.
Why are my problems always solved with a knife?

I want to belong.
Being outside has made me cold.
I want to smile & for nothing to be wrong.
Suffering inside has made my emotions turn to mold.

Please! Spit in my face.
Being the lowest of lows will always be my place.