Am I unpleasant? Am I useful? Do I bite you? Am I beautiful? Am I worthy? Am I graceful? Am I disgusting? Am I hateful? Do I make you shiver? Do I make you itch? Do I make you poor? Do I make you rich? Am I allowed to live with you? Am I allowed outside? Am I allowed in your bed? Am I dead on sight?

I see how you treat the others,you're careful and playful and humble,you share food you share space,you fumble, you accept disgrace,and here i am, confined to be separate,made to be a villain, made to be desperate,i only sting what i don't understand,i only bite when i'm crushed in your hand.but you have to believe that you need me.i'm patient.