What's the Point of Comparing Myself?

I'm not exactly the prettiest flower in the bouquet, 

Engrossed in perky pageant petals. 

But I mustn't compare myself. Because I was bought with my floral friends, And I will wilt with them as well- Which deems comparing as an action most unnecessary. 

This poem is about: 
Our world


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