To the boy who thinks himself a sunflower, craft emotions with his naked hands, you are enough, you are everything you say you are.
I don’t walk around with a basket full of my struggles
I don’t expect you to know them
I am a house full of myself
My father, he asked that I unite my heart, mind and soul
Then my freedom will come like the blessed rain
Well father, I have tried
But hurt is like the heart turning itself into a dagger
Destroying everything that holds strength,
But I am a sunflower
And I don’t last forever, just like humans
I have days when the sun shines not enough
Days when the rain sweeps me off my home
And days when the wind breaks my arms and feet
But I still remain looking this beautiful
There is so much hidden behind my beautiful
I just learn to hide inside of my own smiles
Like me, a sunflower, you know sunflowers don’t say
And they can’t be everyone’s favorite
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