I think that my life is like a flower.
A flower doesn't really have any talents, and neither do I.
It really struggles as it grows until it's not struggling anymore.
Then it grows and grows.
It's not really anything special, but it's still a nice thing to look at.
It's companionship is the wind and the grass and other flowers.
Some flowers are bigger and prettier and stick out more.
Some flowers get picked by outside forces.
One day, I'll get picked too and then I'll shrivel up, like all the others.
But it was nice to look at, wasn't it?
My life is like a flower, I think.
A flower doesn't really have any talents, and neither do I.
It really struggles as it grows until it's not struggling anymore.
Then it grows and grows.
It's not really anything special, but it's still a nice thing to look at.
It's companionship is the wind and the grass and other flowers.
Some flowers are bigger and prettier and stick out more.
Some flowers get picked by outside forces.
One day, I'll get picked too and then I'll shrivel up, like all the others.
But it was nice to look at, wasn't it?
My life is like a flower, I think.
