Dandelion

Alone in the grass, it stands weak,
For it has no beauty for a soul to seek.
It watches the garden and its "superiors" grow,
If it just dies, no one will know.

It's jealousy evertakes its will to live,
For no one has thought of this gift to give.
A long lost soul misjudged by face,
Has yet to find a world in it's haste.

It looses itself in what others hold,
It stumbles through life tired and cold.
The longlost spirit of it's heart, unknown,
For it drowns in its hate to be alone.

It's really not about anyone, just society in general and how we all judge based upon appearance and what it can do to someone who is being judged...

-Kelly