Old Self
Dull Shrub
weaping of blandness
no water can help you thrive like your sisters
weak roots
with no identity
I've tried to replant you in the same brittle dirt that rejected you
so understand why
I replaced you with a
Red Rose
vibrant with femininity
they made you their sister
strong stem
holding herseld up
I am finally who im meant to be
Dull Self
know I didnt replace you because i hate you
but because I love you
Old Self
I promise I wont forget you
understand, becasue I love me
I couldnt be you anymore
This poem is about:
Me