The Flower I Was


You called me a flower
what does that mean
that I am pretty but weak?

Yes, I am delicate
am I down to earth
or easy to step on, am I dirt?

I was the prettiest in the garden
so you picked me
while I was blossoming

You put me on a shelf
for display,
"I have the prettiest flower."

Your words were acid rain
that got in my roots
I needed to escape

You out me in a vase
filled it with water
and said, "No its okay."

But I am not 'okay'
for being in that vase
I lost the flower i 'ought to be

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