The Three Flowers
The Three Flowers
Pink Flower:
Why can’t I ever be like the blue,
with their astounding leaves and their natural hue.
They can show their emotions, they're as clear as the sky.
yet I act like a robot, even when I don’t try.
I desire to be perfect, but it doesn’t work out.
Others say that i’m so boring, like a pity drought.
I want to show my feelings, when i’m happy or in despair.
I want to be empathetic, to show that I care.
I want to feel love, find the apple of my eye,
I want to laugh out loud or feel down and cry.
I want a personality,
even if it’s shy.
Instead of having a personality that is so dry.
I like to be perfect, I like to be strict,
out of all of the flowers, I wouldn’t be picked.
That pretty blue flower is so caring and thoughtful,
but nobody would choose me because i’m so dull.
I will never be picked, because as you can see,
the blue flower will always be better than me.
Blue Flower:
The bright yellow flower, why can’t that be me?
Always cheerful and benevolent and so happy.
As positive and extroverted as it can be,
but here I stand now, so melancholy.
I desire to converse with others, and believe me I try,
but i’m so introverted and so very shy,
and when I want to talk with others,
all I do is cry.
I’m so emotional, and I have no grace,
and when something goes wrong I'm all over the place.
The yellow flower is talkative, but is loved by all,
so confident and kind, always standing up tall.
I shrink down in the crowd, unnoticed like a trash bin,
I hate being emotional, i’m probably a burden.
Why can’t I be more well liked and in the crowd,
than being so quiet, I desire to be loud.
I will never be picked, because as you can see,
the yellow flower will always be better than me
Yellow Flower:
The pink flower will always be the best in the pack,
so serious and diligent and never cuts slack.
Why can’t I be like them, i’m unfocused all the time.
I never know what to do in any paradigm.
I want to be more serious, I am just too loud,
I’m hyper and quirky, and I act like i’m proud.
I wish the pink flower was actually me,
so I could be taken more seriously.
I want to be pink flower, i’m just annoying I guess,
they don't make mistakes, they’re always the best.
Always prepared for anything, always ready to assist
while i’m stuck here, being the stupid optimist.
They’re such a hard worker, even when they are tense,
and here I am, faking my own confidence.
I will never be picked, because as you can see,
the pink flower will always be better than me.