A Stared At Flower Never Blooms

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They stare at my broken wings
as I tremble on the ground.
I built myself a powerful thrown
only to be knocked down.

they think that they know me
and know who I'll become
but in the end I'm a disappointment
when they realize they were wrong.

They hold me in their hands
and squeeze me into shape
hoping to change me into one of them
and hoping to change my ways.

Waiting for me to grow
into the person I'm supposed to be.
Closing their eyes to pray
and opening them to only see me.

A stared at flower never blooms
if you crowd it in your grasp.
The more you push the more I'll pull.
You can't change the way I am.