My Flower Persona

I am useless

like a flower.

born to grow and die

only so that someone

can eye me like a prized possession.

I have no purpose

other than to look pretty

with my dainty petals

softly folding in

one another

in an endless maze of wonder.

I’ve been admired

and grazed,

it should make me happy,

to feel wanted,

but it makes me feel disgusted

that someone would only love me for my body.

I don’t want to just be beautiful.

(I don’t want to be weak)

I want to grow in the light

for the sake of growing,

I want to live

for the sake of living,

I want my colour to drain

for the sake of dying.

I don’t want to grow, live, and die

for someone else’s enjoyment.

I will not be used

like a flower

so stop staring at me

like I can be.

(I may be beautiful, but there is so much more to me than my flower persona).