I Am a Flower

My failure grew as weeds surrounded me. Thinking I needed to, I tried too hard to become them. I did not understand who I was, what I wanted to be, so I figured this was the only way I could’ve survived. As I was worried about mimicking their movements, attempting and failing to react their shape, they managed to take everything from me.

Slowly, I began to wilt.

I could’ve put up some type of sign so no one could come near me but I didn’t want to be alone. How would I have known they were weeds? Weeds can flower and be a beautiful vibrant green. I faced the decision of choosing between two things.

Should I continue to attempt and be like them, hoping for acceptance or should I reclaim my space, possibly ending up alone?

I cannot grow without someone taking care of me. I guess I need to be cared for. I wish I could do everything on my own but I can’t. I don’t know how to. But I do know that I really do want to grow; I want to be beautiful.

No matter how similar I could’ve become, I would just be more unhappy. I know that now. Why is it so difficult to see your own beauty when you stand out? Why must we react negatively to being different? Is it because it’s safe to be normal? You cannot worry about doing or looking like everyone else… and yet you end up finding something else to worry about.

Those weeds helped me realize I had already been surviving. However, it was at the cost of it being taken away from me to understand how lucky I had been before they crept into my world.