we are flowers.

awkwardly they stand out,

special yetalone.

growing towards the sunlight,

growing towards their glory.

there are exotic and beautiful,

but yet they are only a small part of the world.

they are npotice but no one cares.

the are trampled,

and hurt over and over again.

they are a small part of the world,

they are beautiful and crying,

crying and no one cares.

the beauty of a flower is plucked away,

one small petal at a time.

Submitted: September 05, 2008

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