Such A Little Thing Poem by Vasto Grom

Such a trivial thing
So small and insignificant
And yet it means more to me than I believed
More than I ever intended it to mean
Never once did I care about it
And still it slowly grew deep inside
I tried so hard to tear it out
To stomp it flat
And bury it so deep that it died from neglect
And yet it is still there
Despite all my attempts to erase it, it still exists
It still eats away at me and my life
Ruining the simple and easy existence I had enjoyed
Such a worthless and cumbersome thing
Something once so small
But now has grown quite large and demanding
Why is it that it continues to chip away at me?
And destroy the life I actually want
This need to be with others
This wanting to be accepted
To be loved
To be human