I am a weed

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.