Fallen Petals

Pity me, the poor flower
Destined to be under scrutiny
Prophesied to be picked, plucked and pinched
Bound to be bruised
I knew of my fate before I bloomed
Expected to be beautiful
Made to be vibrant
Told to be unique
Dared to be bold
I tire of this existence
Longing to escape
I see freedom in death
I start to wither
Pity me, the poor flower

Reviews

[Kurayami]

I really like this poem. I especially like this line,
"Dared to be bold"

~Kurayami