The Flower That Dug Her Own Grave

Someone told me I’m 

obsessive,

compulsive,

But, no, not obsessive compulsive.

I’m a strange case, they say,

Peculiar but not crazy.

Insane, but I’ve been

hit with a dose of sanity.

Hard to pin down -

Except . . . 

I’m there,

lying face first on the ground.

They told me I’m a puzzle,

Strangely intriguing, but,

They stay away.

Intelligent,

but not ingenious. 

Someone told me I’m

a hard gaze,

Unblinking and shallow,

But no,

Not crazy.

Someone told me that I am

Different.

But when I looked at them,

And asked, “How?”

They shrugged.

Turned around and left,

Me in my suspense.