the truth is unfortunate and so are you

Here lies a weak, wilting flower buried beneath the shadows

Seemingly her world is dark, with no hint of sun

No one can fathom her happy highs and sorrowful lows

And this sadness which haunts her can never be undone

Yet, not when she was in her bloom of youth

did this melancholic darkness grab ahold of her so tightly

A happy young flower until she learned of life's truth

Out of naivete she withered, which made her cry nightly

Life is truly unfair and that is an unchangable fact

Unfortunately, little tulip, hydrangeas got the sun that you lacked.