Weeds and Roses
I am a Weed among a garden of Roses
Small and unwanted
No one sees me
No one cares
Everyone else is beautiful
And soft to the touch
Their colors scream beauty
Their sweet smell drifts
And is so intoxicating
Making even the harden criminal
Stop to 'smell the roses'

I am ignored and scorned
The roses point and laugh at me
They threaten to prick me
With their thorns
To uproot me and throw me out
The Roses tell me I am ugly
That I am not as good as they are
They tell me I will not survive
In a world dominated by Roses

But when the harsh weathers come
The Roses suffer and wilt
And most die
In the spring I start to flourish
And my kind overtake the Roses
Now it is my world
And the Roses will not survive
In a world dominated by Weeds.
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