I Am A Lonely Weed In A Vase Of Roses Poem by Amber Bristow

I am a lonely weed in a vase of roses
I wonder why i was put here
I see all the roses variegated with beauty
I want to be just like them
I am a lonely weed in a vase of roses

I pretend i have the roses' beauty
I feel the roses' criticism over my shoulder
I touch my heart and feel the loneliness
I worry i will always be different
I am a lonely weed in a vase of roses

I understand that i am different than the roses
I say their cruelty does not bother me
I dream of being like them one day
I try not to be so much more different than them
I hope one day they stop criticizing me
I am a lonely weed in a vase of roses