The Rose That Wilted Away

More significance was placed on the clothing I was wearing, the sneaker I was wearing instead of recognizing my significance as a human. Like the rose that is not properly nurtured it wilts away slowly but surely. My family, my environment, as well the institutions in society watered me with hopelessness and loathe depriving me of the key nutrients that would help me recognize the greatness that lie within me from the time I was in the womb. So I wilt, I wilt, and I wilt away to the point I am eventually dead internally and become just a mere reflection of the internally dead society I exist in.