Shes a wildflower

Maybe she's was a wildflower, 

growing from the earth, 

full of light and energy, 

yet somehow overlooked.

Shed hear a little gasp, 

and think, ok, this is it,

with eyes wide open, 

she didnt see how she again was clearly missed.

Maybe they didnt see me here, 

maybe I should move?

but with firmly planted roots, 

she didnt have a choice.

The roses were always picked, 

but why never me?

I'm just as pretty as a rose, 

but they still call me a weed. 

Haven't you ever seen,

a wild flower before?

I wasn't planted on purpose, 

i'm not covered in thorns.