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by Polka-Dotted-Sock 0 reviews

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Category: Poetry - Rating: G - Genres: Angst - Published: 2013-06-07 - 129 words - Complete

I view myself as a flower
Not the bright standing high ones
Or proud and all full of life

The slowly dying ones
When their petals turn dark
And the stem hunches over

It's like they have lost hope
The world has beat them down
And they can't survive anymore

Nothing is feeding their happiness
The sun is hidden from their eyes
And no one is helping them along

Soon they wither completely away
Depositing into the cold ground
And forever forgotten they was even there

No matter how adorned the flower is
Or how beautiful its displayed
It still has all the potential to die

I used to embrace the sunshine
I used to stand tall and proud of who I was
Now I hate everything and everyone
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