A growth sprout

I do not bend.

I do not break...

Cut through my roots, 

I grow new ones again.

As for you, 

Keep bending out shape. 

Keep at it, that forgetting thing, 

Of who you once was, 

Or where your soul at, 

From all that shape shifting. 

I shall not bend, 

I shall not break...

A hundred times over you push and throb, 

I get up again, 

More fiery, more feisty, 

Fancy fighting that again? 

I did not bend, 

I did not break...

If you were to understand, 

You would've quitted your game. 

But you keep fighting, 

My very resistence...

My shattered pieces appealing to you, 

Like some gems reflecting the sparkling of the light through! 

You're delusional, 

You're illusional. 

Won't you see!? 

Keep attempting, 

More to bend, 

More to break.

You could not reach me, 

You can not touch me. 

Let me grieve and pray for me and you. 

Who am I to tell what monsters made you, 

Who am I to judge anyway. 

I'll only watch closely, 

As you attempt again. 

And you shall not fool me anymore. 

I learned my lessons, 

I paid my dues. 

Try as you might,

You could not possibly kill me. 

Bury me...

I sprout again.