Seashell On The Ground

Like a seashell, I remain on the ground,

Some notice and pick the best ones,

While some are left around.

I feel I am the left one which no one cares about,

I have been picked once,

But thrown back to the ground.

I feel I am the worst surrounded by the best,

Like a seashell which is lying on the beach,

I feel so alone, untouched and beyond one's reach.

I still feel lonely when I have everyone around,

I am diving deep in my agony,

I am waiting to be found.

Care for me before I am buried in the ground,

Otherwise, I would be merely lying,

Like a seashell on the ground.