There's no need to endure my tantrums
my organs are pushing out
making mountains on my land
but I'm curling up

I'm so selfish
I expect
then shatter when I’m returned the same

I'm not reaching, I'm retracting
too far or not close enough
so I'm curling up

I'm a hypocrite
want the storm and the drought
I'm flimsy
like a snowflake in the sand

my ground is rough
manipulated easily
where lives a single rose

wanting nothing in my vicinity

I'll apply systemic herbicide
mourning if fulfills successfully
so I'm curling up