The Flower

Ive lived this long as a dull flower

Not living up to my full potential 

Not showing people what i could do if i actually tried 

But its time 

Its time to show the world the real me 

The gorgeous flower worthy of a sleek glass case 

The flower worth more than your puny six fugures 

I am worth more than a concrete hug and a sandy finish 

I am priceless

Yes, i am 

But not in your sense

I am priceless in the sense that you have no knowledge of my desired currency 

I am worth the world in dollars 

Yet, want to be bought with emotions 

I want the world too know that love is more valuable that any amount of money 

Self-esteem will no longer define me

Lack of beauty will no longer undermine me 

I ahve grown

I have blossomed 

Now, i will live on