Here I am
Sitting in field with all of these different colors
Colors of flowers that seem to be taller and more beautiful than me
They just keep growing up and up never stopping to make sure I'm ok
But it's fine I'll try and try to catch up

They don't have leaves as spikey as mine
They are rounded at the edges and beautiful
Their petals are soft and can be picked
While mine stick out in every which way
They have plentiful pollen in the center
While I have none

Then one day a little girl comes to the field
She frolics and skips and looks at all of the colors
She skips and skips towards me and I hope and wish that she'll see me
She skips almost right past me but she stops
She looks down and reaches her hand out at me
Gleaming in the sunlight I look up at her close
'Pick me!'
So close, but her father yells "No. That's a weed."

Humans come and pick the rest out of the soil
While I'm left sitting in the sun all alone

One by one they fade and wilt away
Leaving me still looking at the cloudy sky
I feel my petals wilting
My spikes are falling
And I start to curl upwards