Weed in the Garden

Gardener, why was I planted here?
What did you see?
The gardener replied, a little weed from the earth
standing with nobody
But the sun burns, said the weed
When the rain pours, it hurts
At times I am buried and feel unwanted by the dirt
Don’t you see I’m weak?
Many thoughts but can barely speak
Oh, gardener, I beg you, please release me
I’m not clothed in beauty or appealing to see
Wait! Don’t walk on by
Don’t you see my pain?
No strength, no roots, much loss, much shame
All I ask is that you release thee
So I can stand with the weeds
Who once stood by me
The gardener replied,
Oh, little weed
So well-spoken yet quite demanding
I will not release thee because
You are withered and burned
But yet still standing