Every day, a lovely flower silently wakes and heads to a worn-out mirror. She takes a first look at herself and holds back tears, touching undesirable petals and flaws that have dreadfully cursed her.

You see, every day she does this — even on weekends — because to her, she is nothing compared to the other perfect wildflowers that sit elegantly with one another. She wishes that someday, love migh...

My son and daughter

Standing in a meadow together

He’s covered in streaks of dirt

And her knees bloody from a fall that hurt

An argument ensued

They look my way for me to choose

Who is right and who is wrong

A different day, but the same old song.

Fuzzy wisps twinkle past my eyes

Making me smile as the ethereal seeds float by

I ask my children to look at the dandelions scattered in the field

And...

I hate being seen

Will you help me hide myself?

Don’t want to burden...

Always been the

Odd one out,

No social life,

No friends,

I could not

Blend in.

No place could be found

Where I felt as if

I belonged.

I was an

Outcast.

Hidden in my lonely corner,

Isolated and

Alone,

Nothing to call

My own.

The loneliness consumed me,

The pain became too much,

I don’t want to stick out

Like a weed in a field

Of wildflowers,

Not anymore.

So I

Changed

Everything.

No part of...

“I don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers”

Like a hole in the glass

I feel like I’m a burden to you all

Like a broken column

I’m the one who made you fall

I don’t want to be a weight

You have enough on their shoulders

I don’t deserve your faith

Because I know I’m too far over

I’m nothing but shards and pieces

I don’t want to tear through your skin

You’re like a sculpture ...

Drunken nights and dramatic fights

Rule their sophmore years

Aggressive kissing

Sexual misgivings

Are all that they can bear

I live on the edges

So uninvolved

I’m not part of their silly groups

I’m not part of their resolve

But sometimes on winter nights

In the middle of summer

When the sky is darker than ever

As the moon shines its swollen belly

I stare at my reflection and realise

I don’t ha...

I don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers,

surrounded by people who allowed themselves to bloom,

while I sat here comfortable in the field I’ve never left, the one that I call home,

while they sprouted up and bloomed by taking a chance to grow.

A weed that grew tall, for sure,

but never flowered;

never took the chance to try.

And while it’s a secure life,

it’s one as dull as ...

The sun shines sweetly, blessing the field with rays

The one thing that’s sure, it will rise every day

The field below is scattered, chaos amongst ordinary light

Oh why does everyone have to get up and fight?

We all stand guarded under the vast blue sky

We wake up in the morning and go to sleep to a lullaby

So why do we wake

And carelessly throw words we make

I don’t want to stand out like a w...

I don’t wish to be seen.

I don’t wish to be known.

I don’t wish to be pampered in recognition.

I don’t wish to be shown.

I don’t want your kindness or love showers.

I don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers.

I don’t want to be seen.

I don’t want to be known.

The shadows are where I lurk.

The in between is my home.

I am nothing and everything and nothing again.

Darkness is my...

I don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers.

I wish I knew how to bloom naturally, I wish my every move wasn’t calcualated.

I feel like I was born an alien, no idea of how to operate this machine of a body I inherited.

How do I fit in? How do I seem normal?

I am not okay I am not ordinary.

I see friends, strangers and acquaintances mixing and mingling and talking and it comes s...