There are some who never fit
In these bright and airy rooms
Meagre flowers, sparse of leaf
Who have grown from bitter root
In a dried up
Dusty corner
Where nobody ever goes
Like the garbage
Wilted flowers
Somewhere hidden out of sight
A mound of broken toys
Experiments that went awry
The shunned they turn their faces
From the judgement of the gaze
Backyard garden of the hurt
Twisted, bent, a stunted growth
Seeds tossed aside
Oh nevermind the sun
Nevermind the hurt
Oh well whatever, nevermind
In a dried up
Dusty corner
Where nobody ever goes
Like the garbage
Wilted flowers
Somewhere hidden out of sight
