Green mystery

Sometimes I feel like a cactus...

I'm green and prickly

I don’t need much water to survive

Hot desert climates is where I’m most likely to thrive

Guess what I am

I give you a hint I’m a cactus

I'm a cactus and the fact is

I don’t like being a cactus

Think about it

My body’s cover in spikes

No one wants to touch me

So they all turn their attention the generous, fruit-giving palm tree

I don't provide shade 

But ill throw some every now and then

So I wouldn’t suggest crossing me every again

I'm dry as hell

Just like the habitat I live in

And even with all my limbs

I still can’t snag a win

I'm used to make a strong drink

That intoxicates people

So, even when I’m dead I still used for evil

Sometimes when you pass I try to smile

But it comes out crooked, ugly and vile

So, yeah, I don’t like being a cactus

There I said it

I don't like being me

I'm just praying for a silver-lining

Somewhere in the distance too far for my cactus eyes to see

I'm hoping one day ill blossom

Into a new plant thats fragrant and awesome

I'll still be me

Just better, improved and new

I'm gonna kick the palm tree to the curb

Because I want my time in the spotlight too

Author's Note

I like my more depressing poems to have a happy ending or leave myself and hopefully you feeling inspired. I know that's not always the case irl... but I like to stay hopeful. Enjoy :)