Broken

I was born a broken seed,
And grew up a mangled weed.

Raused in gravel all alone,
A dusty useless home.

i hungered for nurturing, i got none,
I lived a life devoid of fun.

Trampled and stepped on all my life,
always loosing a pointless fight.

And if i wither and drift away,
Its just another lonely day.

No one see`s the beauty in a weed,
They only see a broken seed.