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 it begun