I don’t want to stick out
Like a weed in a field of wildflowers
It makes me want to scream. It makes me want to shout
An absence of power. Leaving me feeling like a coward
I want to thrive and reach towards the sun
I don’t want to be a weed anymore, in fact far from one
But at the end of the day when all is said and done
I still am just a weed, amongst wildflowers, that’s how it ends, that’s how ...