It is a necessity
For a flower to bloom
But we're not flowers
Well, we're humans too
We hide
We bury ourselves away
We're not party people
But we like it, we're okay
I'll admit I want friends
Ones that won't make me hide my interests
But at the end of the day,
You'd find me scrolling contently on Pinterest
But we're expected to be completely unlike ourselves
Once we have Fun
And we're often portrayed
As the cute-and-shy-but-gorgeous-secretly one
If you're reading this, my fellow flowers who haven't bloomed
There's no obligation for you to bloom as soon as you're having company
Someday you'll find someone who
Will know that isolated is how you live happily
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(A/N: Well, here you go. I'm going to be publishing a poem only on Thursdays, maybe alternate Thursdays or the last Thursday of that month because school)
