Lady Dandelion

Institutionalized by eyes that  are trapped inside grey matter

The margins become narrow every time I walk outside

I'm no flower 

I'm a weed who grows despite a gardner's efforts

Green and fertile

At times stubborn yellow

A gardner's dream is to have a manicured lawn free of flaws

You see what they don't know is why I frequent their yard.

Who am I

I am Lady Dandelion

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