My stem has grown bent and ugly

And my petals have holes

From diseased bugs that have nibbled on my precious silk

My leaves are dry and tinted yellow

And my pollen is putrid and stale


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I watch the other flowers grow green and tall around me

Their blooms burst and **** the eye with colour

Passersby stand still

Mesmorized by the utter beauty of my poison friends

They pick and pick and pick at them

Their petals full

Their pollen intoxicating every hand that touched them

Yet I stood bent

Still rooted and hoping to be plucked

But they spit on me

And the other flowers laughed

I was useless in their world


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So I wilted faster and knelt closer to the ground

I slowly fell

Each piece of my body decayed and went back to the ground

And I sprung up weeks later

Among all the perfect blooms


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I was reborn a ****

Much bigger than the pretties beside me

Yet they still laughed

So I grew

And I ate their sun

And I breathed in all their air

Now they're wilting faster than I ever did

They'll soon be gone

And i'll be the only one left

But I guess it doesn't matter anyway

They still pass by without even a glance

It seems it was all in vain

Because I'm wilting

*again