Disposable.

Dispose of all the roots you planted,
cause' manmade bulbs have all been forgotten.
Push me around,
But don't look down,
at the cracks my collapse could make.
Expose my holes
but dont think of them growing larger,
from the growth you needed your self,
don't you dare point out my flaws, at least mine have been forgiven.

You revved me up, just to spin me around,
You said this was good for my soul, but all it did was take a toll.
You poked at my holes, just to leave them exposed,
when I am tired I can't seem to inspire,
so I'll write this for my health,
 maybe that will sing for itself.

-M