Write for your Right

What is the point of being surrounded by eyes that look but do not see?

I do not desire to be looked upon. I wish to be seen.

Seen for me, not disregarded like commonplace green shrubbery, each careless step afoot wearing down vivid jade vibrancy.

This soil is not meant for me. Although my roots extend deeper than the eyes can see, I will uproot if necessary to thrive in lieu of simply be.

This soil is not meant for me. Although my roots extend deeper than the eye can see, crowded trees lead to wilted leaves, and now they reach for a different canopy. 

This soil is not meant for me. Although my roots extend deeper than the eye can see, I must uproot to thrive in lieu of simply be.

This soil is not meant for me.

I didn't get it before, but now I see.