“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 made of gold

And I’m the graffiti ready to settle in

I don’t want to be a weed in a field of flowers

So I’ll do the honor and pick myself out

Because I’m the stain on the shirts

In a world of hope and dreams, I am doubt