Flower

Weed

In the garden of life, I stand alone,

A weed amidst flowers, feeling unknown.

I should be happy, I should be glad,

But why does this emptiness make me so sad?

Limbs attached, all that one might need,

Yet inside, I struggle, my soul won't feed.

I smile, I pretend, but it's all a charade,

Reality feels fleeting, like a masquerade.

Can I smile, or will it lead to despair?

Fear grips me, happiness, will it ensnare?

I cried, I waited, for days on end,

But now that it's here, it's hard to comprehend.

Made my parents proud, or so they say,

But inside, I feel lost, in disarray.

Empty, void, a puzzle incomplete,

Do I even belong, or am I obsolete?

Different from others, I don't fit in,

Their simplicity, to me, feels like sin.

Happiness, they say, is within reach,

But for me, it's a lesson I struggle to teach.

Alone in this world, I navigate through,

Knowing too well, that I'm not like you.

A weed among flowers, undeserving, they say,

But still, in this garden, I find my own way.

An ugly fool, with nothing but hope,

Begging for acceptance, trying to cope.

Amongst the blooms, I stand tall and free,

A weed with dreams, embracing my reality.