To you I am nothing
And if I were anything at all
It would be your infinitely free trial
Of therapy, and a kind heart.

If I vanished you might mourn
For a day or maybe two
Solely for the subconscious comfort
You would no longer be receiving.

Explain to me simply
Why your praises I sing
And my praises are stomped out
Unheard of and foreign.

I was unaware of my cardboard status
A ***** tissue and a thumbtack
You know of my health and my anxious spurts
But do you know how much power you hold?

I wanted you to be a mound
Or maybe even a small hill
Unfortunately you've enveloped the whole planet
The one gravity bounds me to.

Legality bounds you to responsibility
Yet all I've been hearing are your toddler tantrums
The babysitting I will never get payed for
And your mother abandoned me with.

I hate that to you, I am peripheral
And to me, you are the nose apon my face