Rose in a Garden
To break free
A suffocating bubble of pretense and fakeness
I stepped away from friends who were foes,
not an ounce of care they gave
from my sudden apathy towards their happiness.
That is what spoke to me the truth,
the moment I realized it’s better to have no friends than ones who have not a care at all.
And I broke, but it made me free to love and find
People who make me happier than a rose in a flower garden surrounded
by those who love as equally as that rose.
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