world of asphalt

I am a lily born between the cracks of asphalt grayer and to not be scratched I inhale all the smog I could.
And so I corrupt myself as a self-defense ,disgusted attempt to emerge among you, shallow cracks ,so shallow that if I bow my white petals and ruined,I look inside and see nothing, absolutely nothing and it frightens me.
The world of asphalt. Your are in all, and then if you are all ,like a hard stone then you're right. The people who do not care to love or hate themselves have in their hands the keys of the universe, I've given mine,i have no use for it .
I do not love or hate me, I'm here ,and I think I exist, your small bloodshot eyes full of little pixels set your emptiness in my disenchanted ways, I'm this, virgin of all evil, so pure that it is given to me the swimming in toxic wastewaters.
I write for me, I write because I need to take out what i have inside, I want to always be empty to fill myself again,I want to be empty to fill myself in a better way.if my true disinterest mark someone,if my honesty bothers someone I am sorry.
But I stopped playing with ants, at the ripe age of five.