I am a weed in a field of flowers.
I choke out the pretty flowers when I spread out, yet I get angry when someone tried to remove me.
I am neither nice to look at not beneficial to anything.
My ugly roots take up too much space and nutrients.
I pread my negativity by planting seeds in those who are trying to bloom.
I cannot end myself because I am too much of a coward, and it isn\'t in a seeds nature to self destruct so I just spread and ruin the garden.
I am a weed.