If people were flowers you would be a forget-me-not, and you would be put into pretty glass vases, and watered each day, and admired by everyone who looked at you.
If people were flowers I would be a dandelion; perhaps a flower in some eyes, but a **** in most, and children will pluck me from the ground and ******* into the air and make wishes on me that will never come true, and I will only be watered from the **** killer that pours upon me like acid rain, and I will only be admired by the sad-eyed children with the unfulfilled wishes.