WITHERED BUT GROWING

 WITHERED BUT GROWING

I chose to live

But they want me just to exist

To exist like I am nothing

Nothing and not worthy

I have tried to be happy

But they want me to be sad

To be sad that I should be in grief

In grief that I should call death

I want to be thankful that I have family

But that family has never been felt

I never felt that they are there for me

For I am alone like a weed unwanted in a field

I want to show that I am worthy to live

But they never show appreciation

Because they say I am not worthy

Since I am not wanted in this world

I never ask God why

I because I should be thankful I exist

I exist that I can see myself live

Live the life even though they never wanted

I have tried to cry for alms of love

But they give me sadness

I cried for my rights

But they gave me unrighteousness

I told myself

I can grow even I am withered

For I know I am here

Here in this world and I have a purpose.