When I’m in the shower

I wonder of a flower
It’s small and pretty
But different from another

I’m done with a shower
And I look for a flower
I find one just the same
For which I came

I see other flowers
Covering it almost completely
And instead of picking it
I pick the ones around it

As I go inside, I spot my dad
Nice flowers he said
As I looked all sad
And I explained their powers

As he explained it’s not nice
I countered with a fact
That they could have killed the flower
Which is their power

They entangled and intertwined
And caused the flower lots of tears
And now that I say it
They cause me some too

Because now I’m as bad as the flowers
And maybe ever worse too