Hey mom-dad, listen.
Hit me, hate me, throw me out,
But don't shut me up.

Have you ever seen a sunflower reaching out to the sun, following him wherever he goes?

Or an evening water lily shying away and blushing under her lovely pink at all times when the sun is in the sky?

Have you ever seen a dandelion break herself into countless little pieces and fly away to places unbeknownst, just to make herself full again?

Have you ever seen a rose, apprehensive of what might destroy him, guarding himself with numerous thorns, yet so beautiful that you can’t help but ignore his thorns?

Have you ever seen daisies growing through the cracks in the sidewalk, reminding you to look for beauty even when you can’t?

Have you ever seen flowers? Then you have seen love; for flowers are nothing, but love.

Even when you're broken
I will still embrace your sharp edges
And with my scarred body
I will love your pieces

Everyone here is wearing a mask,
Who are,you, really, I have to ask/

When you choose to love,
know that you can choose to love yourself too.
Because no one deserves the love
you give everyone else,

more than you.

I am a product,
I have been packaged and sold.
My ideas were marketed to me.
My name was chosen from a list along with the house I grew up in.
My idea of originality was stolen from Hollywood scripts.
I strive to break free from a prison of beaten paths and clichés.
Only to choose the way of a thousand people before me.
The idea of originality is a lie.
I am a mosaic of society.