The flower that blooms,
It get through so many process before it can decorate the room.
First it became a seed.
Getting through the breed.
And then she gets enough water,
To grow higher.
Lastly she get fertilisers,
so she can be healthier.
And once she get pretty,
It all seems too hurry.
But she is going to say goodbye to her friends,
For the beautiful flower that has bloom to the very end.
They all say "goodbye,you have done so well".
Little did they know how she has fell,
Countless time before she met her end of life,
people don't feel where there is a kid cutting down her petals with a thing as sharp as a knife.
They didn't see the struggle she had to go through when the drought came by,
They didn't see how she coped with the pain of the caterpillars that ate her leaves and out of nowhere left with a wing and said bye.
How could she stand all that ?
She also questioned herself even though it's too late.
But after all,
she managed the fall.
She's proud of her self.
And she knew she did her best for what that has left.
Oh how to be a wonderful flower,
how i wish i could make those little things matter,
Be better.
And live without a regret in the heart of a teenager.
10 July
