i don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers.

i want to be pretty like the black eyed susan’s.

i want to be pretty like the bluebells.

weeds aren’t that.

they disrupt the peace.

no one likes them.

i don’t want to stick out like a chihuahua in a room of mastiffs.

i want to have their cute faces.

i want to have their playful demeanor.

chihuahuas aren’t that.

they’re small

and aggressive.

i don’t want to stick out like a sapling in a forest of oaks.

i want to be beautiful like their long branches.

i want to be beautiful like their green leaves.

saplings aren’t that.

they are small.

and fragile.

i want to be something i’m not.

and there’s no way to change it.