I feel like a weed,
Surrounded by beautiful flowers,
A weed that no one needs,
Just waiting for someone to pull me out and throw me away.
But every time that happens,
A little bit of me is left,
So I start to grow back,
Till they throw me out again.
They never get rid of all of me,
I grow numb to the hits, eventually,
I guess they wish that I never was,
So they wouldn’t be bothered by me.
All the beautiful flowers,
Seem to hate me with a passion,
I’m just a little stupid weed,
Invading their lovely garden.
They want me to go away,
Which is why they try to throw me away,
But I sorta seem to stay,
And live with all the hurtful things they say.
No one cares about a weed,
No one cares about what I need,
A weed is always hated,
A horrid life, it’s fated.
I guess a weed is just not meant to be,
In the middle of a garden of lovely flowers,
But I’m stuck, I have no power,
Because I’m just me…the stupid little weed.
 
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