Poem Book

The Wilting Flower

All of this hate, all of this pain, all of this stress is killing me

All of the hateful words, all of the disgust makes me wilt

They all kick me, step on me like I'm nothing important

They ignore me, they mock me

They pluck at my confidence, like flower petals, one by one

They pick at me from my sanity, like plucking the flower from the ground from its roots

But all of this just reminds me of who I really am

I'm not important, I don't belong, I am nothing but dirt

I would never mean something for I am just a wilting flower that nobody thinks twice about it

That nobody will protect

That nobody will fight for
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A/N- My goodness does this make me cringe. Made this back in 2019 for a fanfic I was writing and most likely will redo once I feel like it.