Wilting
By Bubbles, 16
so gentle and fragile
you could be torn off like a flower’s petal
but you bloomed and shined
while i withered away.
Jealousy is my one “toxic” trait, and that’s what this poem is all about. I’m far from perfect: a chubby kid, with low self-esteem. Needless to say, I see all these perfect people around me, and I envy them. I envy their self-love and confidence while I can’t seem to find beauty in myself. Even so, I just hope I’m a late bloomer.
