Just Bloom

Flowers eventually die, and no one ever questions why

Just like how they ignore her sighs and the little girls cries

They never wonder, never pry, why the girl never says hi

She hides behind her wall of hair, wishing she could disappear

She hears all the disappointment and all the shame

Soon believing thats all that clings to her name

She walks around broken and alone, consumed by all the hatred that grown

Stuck in a lie this bubble she's blown, no one sees the lie they had sown

She walks through the words putting in her headphones, When theb she found a great big stone

The rock was broken just as she deemed, but right in the middle were zinnias, impossible! it seemed

A big burst of red orange and yellow, for a moment she sat and felt all mellow

Then she heard voices of the people and the moment was gone, that amazing feeling didn't last the length of a song

She took her phone and snapped a pic, then hurried off super quick

She returned to her home and she wasn't alone, home was suffocation from the lies that had grown

Alone in her room on her mind were only those flowers, how they could've grown, with barely any showers

Grown through the rocks, an unconventional space, how could've they grown in that strange place

Zinnias it seemed unlike the others, it could survive in places that smothers

She wanted to stop feeling stuck, stumbling across those flowers felt like luck

She saw the blooms and felt the room to make a different change, she felt a little, almost happy, and that felt really strange

She wanted to keep feeling light, happy again, and stop hurting and feeling how she's usually been

Taking the strength of the zinnia flower, she pushed herself and it gave her power,

She planted a garden, zinnias of course, she pushed through life with a great force,

Watching her zinnias sprout and bloom, slowly she stopped hiding in her room,

She learned to laugh again and to enjoy life, thats not to say she didn't find strife,

But when those times came and made her wilt, she thought of the life she slowly rebuilt

Lies and hatred she wouldn't consume, and just like the flowers, she will always bloom