Flower Dreams

I don’t wish to be a flower Like other people do You’re taken for granted Propped up, Shown off, Thrown away. Once the ones meant to be impressed Are impressed You’re forgotten. After being so long neglected Your petals droop, And fall to the floor. Suddenly you’re a nuisance. But it’s not your fault. They picked you; Caused your death. But you can’t do anything You’re just a silly little flower. Once you’re gone You can be replaced, By thousands of others silly flowers Just like you. Flowers are useless. Used by all, Valued by none.