You, you or you - give me mostly what you say, I deserve. Little more than what I never ask for or little less than my craving.
I am a refined inert -- an optimum substance. When was it last I asked you to measure my worth? Or see through my impressions?
When did I last persist: stop, don't go away, have a look - a second glance?
The vision may convey a lot without words only you need an eye to see through.
I can still count on your neglect as an innate innocence or my insistence as a ploy for attention, but do acknowledge my substance in the correct measure of its needs and nature.
