THE WEED AMONG THE ROSES

i am the weed among the roses
that knows not what is its purpose
while the others blossom and thrive
all i do is wither and die

 

and as i watch the others petals bloom
i feel there is no room
for a weed such as me
blemishing the beautiful scenery

 

i am the weed among the roses
and i fear everyone knows this
for i can see how they look at me
with their faces full of pity

 

and although they say they love me
i do see them judge me
as i taint the garden bed
with each step i tread

 

for i am the weed among the roses
and it isnt hard to notice
i do not fit in anywhere i go
for i will always be a weed and not a rose