Flower

I am a flower.

But you just see

A weed: stuck in

The ground, making your garden ugly.

You see

Something you don't want.

You just see my flaws.

I am a flower.

But you want to change me,

Kill me, replace me

With something that's not

Me.

You hate the thing

That makes me unique,

You hate everything I like

Most.

I am a flower.

But you tell me

I am a weed.

So, I listen.

I let you pull,

and rip my roots

from the ground.

I watch, as you hand

Clasps around me,

And you take me away from the garden.

I was a flower.

But you made me think

I wasn't. You made me think

I couldn't be

A flower.

And now,

The garden

is a little

less beautiful.

I am just a weed

who never got the chance to blossom.