Drowning in fear of loss

Yet basking in moments of joy

And familiarity , wanting to be

The best , the prettiest, the most wanted

Feeling so high then so low and

Nothing seems to even out

I would give up everything to

be the chosen one, to be the only one

my character tainted by my own hand

rebuilding it is a journey that may never

end never be enough . I may never be

enough and only a taste now and then

whilst the thorns get the effort

I am the wilting flower with no hope.

Wyndy