Growing.
Shrinking.
I cannot shrink, only grow taller and taller as my kind has been known to do. I've long since stopped, however, and it is now as though I am shrinking. I cannot find myself going higher and higher towards the sun, the new flowers surrounding me passing the top of my petals, laughing that I will forever remain inadequate.
If only I could show my sadness as they show their teasing, seeds turned down to me as they know they will never have to look up.
