I sit here close to the dirt

many people step on me but I don't get hurt

there is enough dirt for everyone

but all of the other plants try to steal all of the sun

 

I am just a weed in society

just another plant

I try to grow but I am stomped on yet again

I try to grow along the fence

along the house

and along the tree

but each time I fail

 

I am so small so fragile

but I'm merely a weed

gum on the street

ants at your feet

I'm merely a weed

 

I am but a sprout

all I want to do is scream and shout

 

I am found all over but never the same

we are always to blame

life is but a game

What is the next move?