To Bloom at Night

 

I used to be sad like a child who lost their favorite gift
I was that child and that gift was myself. 
I was sad like a flower that looked up to the moon. 
Around me, I saw many flowers with gloom. 
But few over there in the future I saw, some artists with petals of color and song.
But I was one of the hundreds stuck in a blossom, 
Won by conformity and popular kids who tried to seem awesome.
The night was here, and my heart, it did ache.
But my words did not show it for the canvas was blank.
I looked at the others with all their fake smiles 
I was not one of the quiet sad flowers
The ones who kept the sadness inside and hid from the world.
I pushed over to the light where other flowers could listen.
I opened up, screamed from land to see
"Those perfect people there, they are not me!"
My mind, it is open now
My heart, it is too, and it is a gift from me to you.
Come join me here friend if this is your bunch. 
Why bloom in the dark
When you can bloom in the sun?