Green

This is not their first 

No sincere sorries 

Just sorrows in me 

I bare this heavy lift 

All I want is to be loved 

but why can’t I 

Father ? 

If it is the green, why me? 

I am no tree nor grass 

No green in field can feed 

Your lust and greed 

Why does my responsibilities 

Included with your fee? 

I understood I am your seed 

But why me out of many? 

I’m nothing similar to tree 

I’m not even the soil to the tree 

So why me? 

No source in me could produce the green 

Do you want me to? 

If you swear you won't be mad 

I will do it 

Cross my heart to never be a fool 

But to you father 

Again and again I am a tool

-AJ-