Self Worth

They cultivated my garden

They weeded out my strife

With the utmost care

And the most divine hydration

It was because of them

That I refused to die.

Growing higher and higher

I lost sight of my beauty

Not recognizing my petals

Their hue and their height

It was so grand, my roots,

So engulfed and packed so tightly

But little did I know

My beauty was,

For them,

Only a show.

How could I see only their rose

Not paying any attention to any of their thorns?

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