A Solivagant's Shoes

When you plant yourself in a wrong place,Your leaves start to show it.The soil that is supposed to nourish you—Well and good on the outside—Does people know it often leaks toxin on the inside too?I could see the leaves dry up and fall unnaturally.I warned my gardener about it…But he neither treated the soil,Or derooted me.But who is the one who bears the brunt?Oh, I passed out today…After a long, looong time.But as soon as I woke up,I am on a call, working…Was pressurized to save someone’s skin.Is that all I am? –A Solivagant’s Shoes