I’m like a Lantana flower,
Not beautiful, but burning
With the fire of millions.
I seem happy and bright,
But underneath my façade of smiles,
I droop with sadness like
The leaves of a long-picked flower,
Dying and withering away
In my small enclosed vase.
I need space, room to spread my roots,
To expand my mind, freedom.
Without it, I turn brown and die.
I live in thoughts
Of being swept away, someday,
Like a single dewdrop on a fiery petal,
Afraid of change yet yearning for it.
My personality is different,
Bitter, yet with a quality
That makes you want
To come back for more,
Like a flower you keep smelling,
Long after it’s dead and gone.
I am that flower, a Lantana flower,
And I’m burning,
Burning like a star.