You want a flower to bloom
Every day you check on it
It looks like it's not changing
Anytime soon
It's changing colors
The stem is breaking
The bees don't like it's pollen
So they take nothing
The flower is weak
It wishes
But cannot
change
Into a different plant
The leaves have fallen
It's feeling broken
The air seems to carry it
wherever it wants to take it
The flower wants to bloom
But it doesn't know how to
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It feels like its growing smaller
It's not getting any taller
It doesn't understand
Why its color changes
Whenever not wanted
This was written thinking
Of how it feels knowing I'm bipolar