I Can Compare


I'm like a ladybug on it's back
with crushed wings not intact.
I'm like a bird hitting glass,
flying high but can't get past.
I'm like a bee that leaves a sting,
protecting it's sweet flowers.
I'm like the rain mixing colors,
on discarded important letters.
I'm like the angry summer sun,
burning people is my fun.
I'm like the ground that they walk on,
wrapping weeds around their tongues.
I'm like the used up sole of shoes,
bruised from being used.
I'm like a secret story,
you have to find to uncover truth.

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