I am not a beautiful flower
however there are still roots
seeded on a perilous path
crushed by so many boots
petals are weary and weak
there is no lovely smell
crooked stem bent and wilted
haggard buds will tell
no capsules left to grow up
weeds will choke me out
surrounded by sweet tulips
and red roses all around
reaching out towards the sun
frail cracked twigs just can't
though not a beautiful flower
am I still not a plant?
Irrefutable proof
insurmountable odds
undeniable truth
irresistible flaws
introspective thought
unencumbered depth
indescribable feels
unintentionally less
Big words make suffering
sound so smart
but are not needed
to describe my broken heart