It’s going to cut me down
The way I can't help but compare myself to
The other flowers in the garden
Who bloom
So much brighter and bolder
While my petals will always look out of place
And my roots take up too much space
My leaves are too heavy for the stem
They droop because of the burden I cause them

I try and sway in the wind alongside
The other beautiful flowers in my life
I watch them grow and thrive
While I just sit idly by
No foundation in the ground
Or certainty in my growth
There’s nothing delicate about my presence
I only shrivel in and try not to loathe
Myself or them
I cannot tell
Whether I wish their petals would fall
Or if I want my existence to be graceful as well

They stretch for the sun
But I can only make it to the tops of the trees
The trees are tall
But the sky is so much farther than I can achieve

Flowers are supposed to look diverse, not pristine
But why am I not as elegant as she