The flowers circle me
Vibrant and Bold.
I envy their petals
and there perfect posture.
I am wilting.
Shrinking into the earth.
They flaunt and tease.
I fall over and cry.
The bees dance into them
while old men stamp on mine.
I have no Bee.
I have no Ant.
I have no Gorgeous Petals.
I do not Stand Tall.
I can not Flirt.
I don't do anything at all!
The flowers surround me.
Slender and Sexy.
I envy their passion
and their constant attention.
I am frowning.
Being forgotten again.
They gloat and grin.
They get picked and packaged
while i get thrown in the bin.
I have no Admirer.
I have no Smile.
I have no Passion.
I am not Picked.
