The Lonely Weed
I stand alone, a testament to life's longing
yet, seen with contempt from infected eyes
Looked upon with anger
I live no matter the circumstances, or conditions
to my well being
I ask no quarter and seek nothing from you
Still, I am your deepest resentment
seen as a complication to the beauty you seek
You can destroy me without feeling
and crush me in a mere fleeting moment of anger
for arriving uninvited
I stand alone not bending to your desire
needing no applause or companionship
All I ask, is to be left alone
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