A Life Misunderstood

I have seen several trash cans filled with neglected food and materials,
The ground on which people stand, along with gooey clumps of sticky saliva
And sometimes, briefly, a gaping whole like those in space that are left with an unpleasant surprise-
Only to spit me out.

I hear gags, caused by my revolting smell,
And the giggles and shouts from others.
The high-pitched screams that ring in the ears
Of those who surround my victim.

I feel squished by fingers as fat as sausages
And the souls of shoes grinding me to a dust,
I am a miserable, misunderstood millipede.
A forbidden, fearful fly.

I long to be desirable;
To be held in a safe
Where treasures are kept
And valuables are treated with care.

I accept that I am unwanted,
That I am hated,
That my presence in the world has only a negative outcome
And the answer to my problems does not rest in my hands,
But in the hearts of others.