You think its easy being me
That my life is easy
It is
On the outside its peachy
But if you dig a little deeper
Youll see that its not
Im in shit and no one knows
They see the great flower blooming from the ground
They dont want to touch it
For fear it will fall
But they only care when there at its level
When there laying on the grass
Admiring the view from there picnic blanket
Until its time to leave
Then they pack up there things
Fold the blanket
And when the turn to leave
They trample the flower
Not giving it a second thought
They dont see whats under the flower
Untill they dig
They dig down three feet
You would think they would find me now
But there using plastic spades
They quit
The ground was too hard
There determination not there
So im left still in the shit
With no one who cares
So i wish and hope
That some one with enough determination
And a sturdy enough shovel will come save me
As i cant save myself