The Antithetic Leaf
Come on...blow me away; Get me off of this tree;
Once it's done, I'll finally be gone, free.
No more criticizing; about my color or stem;
When I leave, I'll become my own gem.
From home to school, I'm infamous;
Most of the things I do or say would seem ridiculous.
During the ten perdurable months outside;
My expectations would plainly subside.
I'm known as the "yellow one" when I just want to be known as one of the green;
No more seeming like I'd start a scene.
My past pigments show that I wasn't blameless;
And, of course, my skin isn't stainless.
Every time I make a simple flaw, I'd soon become accused;
And when I ask for requests, they'll soon refuse.
My imperfection is somewhat a joke;
We’re all just lucky it didn't cause any stroke.
I'm tired of being compared to another girl;
Yeah right, like she's the best thing in the world.
At this point, I'm done;
This is why I'm no longer like the sun.
I refuse to wait another eighteen years;
To get the top and conquer my fears.
Once the bond is broken I'll be free;
Free from this half-dead tree.