People are like flowers

Ajax (he/xe)

Some people are like flowers,

Breathtakingly beautiful

Bright colours and smiles plentiful

Others are like weeds

You want them out of your life

For all they do is cause you strife.

I’m the exception, the one inbetween

My petals have holes and brown spots,

I’m fucked up, I mean.

I’m jealous, 

Jealous of their beauty, their life, their colors

I wish I was like the others,

But I’ve never been loved, 

not even by my mother.

For who picks the broken flower? 

  • Author: Ajax (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 23rd, 2022 15:50
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 25
  • Users favorite of this poem: Not, L. B. Mek
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  • Caring dove

    That’s sad … (()

  • L. B. Mek

    'we' - shall, if you
    would merely, trust
    enough to allow us, a chance
    to approach
    and from a safe distance, demonstrate
    that childhood, is merely a beginning
    to your life's, tale
    and show you
    that you can, Choose
    to heal yourself - of
    those bruises
    so as to insure, that majority
    of life, ahead of you
    awaiting, with open armed
    untainted opportunity
    can be curated, to your heart's desire
    just allow, one of us
    decent sorts
    to give you a glimpse
    of the kinder, more empathetic
    paths in life...



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