You always wanted to be a flower
The center of attention
The sweetest thing to be given
The one who needs good care
The saddest thing to let go
You felt dizzy as you thought
“Should I be a rose,a morning glory or a lotus?”
You kept thinking about whose scent were the best,
Who blooms longer
You never have a second to think about
The issues beneath
The rose is a traitor
You are fascinated by its looks
The flesh red petals posseses you
As you want to embrace it
It stabs your skin
Pricks your fingers
It will leave you dying
Is that what you want to be?
The morning glory is lonely
It rises and shines as the sun appears
Being the heart of every garden
It is praised as the most awaken creature
As the clock strikes ten
It will hide in its home again
Wraps itself with a shrinken soul
Is that what you want to be?
The lotus has a short time
Its roots sinks in water
Its head floats on the shallow
Then someone lifts it up
As he admires the flower
It whilters and dies
Is that what you want to be?
To die without any means?
Be a cactus
Stay stiff in the midst of the desert
Survived years with hardship
Be strong
Embrace the insecurities
Nothing is impossible for you to change
For the sake of you and humanity
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