C - My world

My world

In a world full of bitterness,
Hate is like a flower,
The more it is nurtured,
The bigger it will grow,
Love becomes the weed,
Ignored and trampled upon,
As all around the flower the earth bleeds.

I'm standing in my garden full of flowers,
When my eye beholds a weed,
It is possibly the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

I decide to nurture my weed, to help it grow and seed,
It overgrows my flowers until it is everything I see,
My garden is a tumbling mess, fighting with itself.

I don't want to lose my flowers they are my security,
I don't want to lose my weed it is my beauty.

So now I have a problem, I can't make up my mind,
It is my indecision that leaves my garden in a bind.
Instead my weed will grow, overrun my pretty garden,
For a while it changes my life and I like my new garden,
My weed it rules my life and begins to take control.

Then one day my weed, I realise, has become my flower,
It tears apart my heart and leaves me in a state,
I don't know what to do, but I know that it's too late,
My weed is my new flower; my weed is my new hate,
But I've nurtured it so much; my hate becomes my fate.

Now in a world of bitterness, hate is like a plant,
And love is something that I know, that I just can't.