I am not a possession
A number
A piece of property

I may be young
But I am a human
I am alive
And I have feelings

Time is valuable
And I refuse to waste mine

Floating in the wind,
I wish I could remain,
Unnoticed went a hint,
Took long enough to say.

A continuous pattern of warm summer days and rainy winter nights, existing for the mere task to pull me further down into my grave.
Rigged against me with rewards, only for punishment to come.