The Fiddleneck in Me

By

Alayna Boyd

Stand up tall
and stay thin,
or you'll be just another weed.
Little do they know,
I am lacking nutrients.

Bend over backwards
to make everyone happy,
or you'll be just another weed.
But they don't see
that this depletes my joy.

Dust off your long, thin leaves
to always look your best
or you'll be just another weed.
I yearn for a day
that my natural beauty is considered beautiful.

Always make sure your flowers
are blooming and vibrant
or God forbid, I'm just another weed.
I waste hours of my life looking my best
to satisfy the unsatisfiable.

Stay in your pretty little group
with your pretty little friends
or God forbid, I'm just another weed.
Can't I pick my own friends?
What if I want them to look different than me?

Be popular, be an influence,
make sure others want to be just like you
or God forbid, I'm just another weed.
I hate that I spread the seed of the societal norms because in my little sister's shiny leaves,
I see a reflection of who everyone wants me to be.

Just because it's winter,
doesn't mean you should let yourself go
I know, I know, I’ll be just another weed.
Sometimes, I just need a break.

Don't let anybody get too close,
always wear your armor
I know, I know, I’ll be just another weed.
Would it really be so bad
that I have one true friend that was always there for me?

Do not be fooled into thinking
that you would be accepted if you looked different
I know, I know, I’ll be just another weed.
Why can't what's on the inside
be worth more than my wilting outer appearance?

All of these expectations
are weighing down on me.
I stand with my group of beautiful flowers,
and while everyone is jealous of us,
I envy being weed.