Seed

You thought you could take my dignity and bury my self worth in the dirt While I must admit, the things you say and do to me, hurt. You tell me that you love me and then you knock me back down You try to make me look like a fool when others are around You twist the circumstances to make me out to be the villain while you are always the hero, the good guy You are a saint without feelings. But no matter how deep you try to bury me, the truth will supercede Flowers grow through dirt's diversity You must not know, but you're the manure and I am a seed.