I was once left in a crate
who barely even ate
I was slapped in the face
punched in the gut
and it shred my heart into a thousand of pieces
I lost my breath a couple of times from the hands of my mother
Then I was put in a system called an orphanage
which was requested by my grandmother
You could say I was freed from ever suffering from an abusive both mental and physical relationship
But I would disagree
I flew into a new family where we use to have love, happiness, and companionship
however, I was locked in a cage, behind metal bars, where no one can see
I had a mother who was stubborn
Her mouth was filled with threats and can be cantankerous at any moment
She was like a rose with lots of thorns
and her arrogance could not be broken
I was upbraided for my laziness, ingratitude, and stupidity
At times, she would inform me to keep testing her limits and see how cold her blood runs through these days
As a result of this, I lost dignity
and it trapped her mind in a maze
Given these points, you would understand why I let this indica sink into my system
After all, she was a sad woman with no fears and a mountain of rage  
who played as the victim
and would, in any case, **** up anyone who ***** with her in the backstage
Mother of the year

The Sunflower

The yellow, vibrant petals sway gently across the meadow
It's gentle as a breeze
and is eager to please
with a head that is crowned in gold
and a stem that is bowed yet stands tall and strong
Tall enough to reach the sky, so I've been told
It reflects their warm gaze upon the cold
He looks down upon all the other flowers
and appears to be exuberant
But what we fail to realize is the sunflower lives a lie
He turns his back on the sun
and is plastered with battle scars to prove that he is of worth
The sunflower seems to be self-reliant, who doesn't need anyone
with none to reinforce and support his broken pedicel
He is left abandoned and committed such a blunder


The sun

I burst into the sky
providing light and energy for each flower to bloom
I am never in reach for I am To high
still, Curiosity dares to look straight into my eyes
yet all become blind.
I witness many things, but lately, the sunflower is the one who has bewitched me
It does not desire my warmth
Nor my love and support
It appears as if it's lost in his own pride
In the meantime, He embraces his himself and provides pollen for the bees
I bet the bees are the closest to this flower
I wish I were a bee
and If so, then maybe I could unlock the hidden secrets within his inner core
But I can not change who I am
and there nothing more