Weeds

Self loathing was second nature
By the time I was three

Hiding was my talent
So I stayed lost in the crowd

I never learned how to shine
Never knew that I could glow

Since I was six I was content
With helping others bloom

No I feel like I'm finally ready
But where do I belong?

A bruised weed among exquisite flowers

Reviews

[mad-kalnna]

this is true for everyone, so I sympathize. but if you consider yourself a weed, you'll be one. if you consider yourself a flower, you'll bloom.