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I am tired

Tired of picking up roses

Even though they beautify the garden

Tired of picking up different flowers and being saddened still

The sunflower dazzles in the bright sun

I though get passed just as a shadow

The roses frangrant still

Attractive and catchy too the eye

But scars are emboided on my face whole

If I wanna give up

Am I saddened

Or depressed

If I feel like burning the garden

What remains am I

I am ill

Cant see the calmness in moonlight or sometimes see too much of the light

The storms leave me a sense of similarity

Then what am I

What do u call this element

Of I work too much but too less at the same

Regretting not the best but average

Like a curse stuck on

Going down the lane

Wrapped with mud yet standing like a rock

Heratless ?

Or like vine

Easily manipulated ?