Touch-Me-Nots

Been living my life like a Touch-Me-Not Hiding in the corners, falling through the cracks Freeing up the space- in a place- too big to contain me Trying to arrange me

(i'm not a damn flower; you'll see)

The thing about weeds No one notices them 'till they're in the way- Anyway- Got prickles sharp enough to cut me Poisons strong enough to kill me

Nothing left but pesticide Nowhere left for me to hide

And guess what- i don't care- Because a weed can't ever cry

i'll keep living my life like a Touch-Me-Not Believe me- it doesn't matter if you forget me or not

There are always more weeds to pull.