Blow My Top

When people look at me all they see is a monster but just because I'm made of rock doesn't mean I don't have feelings.

I'm so lonely because I'm the only one of my kind so sad and blue I would give most anything if I could live in peace with all of you.

I don't have much does just this old home a little garden with a garden gnome.

My only friends are the stones that you see they may be rocks but they're precious to me.

Is it too much to ask for a little respect tired of coming outside to find my garden wrecked.