I am nothing less than flawless.
To be a delicate and fragile flower
Ready to be picked from the stem,
Until this vessel withers,
Let the rough hands pick at the
Youthful petals.
Wither and wilt, you must not!
It seems ridiculous to think of
Such a purpose beyond having another
Hand in mine in adulthood, anonymous.
I am nothing more than a replication.
Careful to present as delicate and dainty;
Of course, speak in airy songs.
Uphold the name you keep, young lady.
Lovely little flower,
Don’t let your white be stained.
Beyond the expectations I held up,
Every now and then, I’d feel devastation.
Soon you will experience the world,
Except you must remain in their sight.
Even long after,
Never should you be without their rays.
Although I remain blessed and thankful,
Soon enough, I will cease without hesitation.
Sometimes, the flower may yearn for
Otherness.
May such thoughts be purged.
Elders wish to see complete
Obedience, grace, and beauty.
Not once are these feelings to deviate,
Even if it leads to my demise.
Be strong, pale flower!
Even weakness can become undesirable.
Years of shying away makes way for
Other problems to rise.
No more fears,
Do not disappoint.
Truthfully, you have done well
Holding up our beliefs and values
Every other day.
Impossible is what you now are
Required to achieve, do your best.
Perhaps I have done too well.
Expectations become harder to meet
Regardless of how hard I try.
Feelings are hard to suppress, and
External signs become visible.
Can I be mediocre
This once?
Regret, this vessel carries.
Every dry petal
Falls to the ground.
Lectures to
Ensure my faults don’t repeat.
Crying is useless;
Those pathetic tears can’t repair
Internal damages.
Onwards, you must continue, flower.
Never let them see you in misery.
