Tall and proud,

Full of vibrant colors.

Laughter and smiles define her.

She is nothing but pure innocence.

Waiting to be watered,

She wants to grow.

She wants to spread out her leaves and reach for the sun.

Yearning for the heat against her pale skin.

So she sits, small and pround, waiting her turn.

Time goes.

And so does her innocence.

She isn't a little girl anymore.

They bark at her,

"Make decisions"
"You're too old for this crap"

"Grow up already"

She defends herself against the weeds that so wish to take her down.

She wants to feel the sun once more.

She stretches her leaves and reaches to the heavens,

Praying for the heat.

So she sits hidden and hurt.

Time goes.

And her innocence is shattered.

She made her decisions.

She forgot about the writings and drawings that once filled her heart with joy.

She grew up.

She wears her black suit working for corporate America.

But sometimes she itches for the sun to tickle her pale skin.

She begins to stretch out her leaves and feel the sun...

But her phone rings.

She bars at the intern.

"Grow up"

"This is the real world"

She sits at the head of the desk running our world.

She looks like every other flower out there.

She doesn't stretch for the dun anymore.

She lost her innocence.

She lost her love.

Congradulations society,

You won the size of conformity.

You are everyone's weed.

Are you happy yet?