You planted a nice little flower one day You sat, you watched it grow Over the years it grew so much You could not bare to let it go. But then one day it grew too much You try to cut it off - but it's too thick You decide not to do such But you want to let it die quick You neglect it for months but it still grows You feel bad so you cover it up You batter it with your hateful blows Then you decide that you've had enough 12 long years you left that alone Now it's petals are slowly drying It's leaves turn such a shady brown Then you regret that you ever stopped trying You water it down, beg and plead That you just made a huge mistake You're a little too late, for your precious seed Now you have to deal with the death intake This flower of yours, mom, Is withering right in front of you Ignore your flower all you like - you know it's wrong But try to understand what it's been through The little flower you started to grow Is the one flower it is today, You made it beautifully and radiantly glow, But then you walked away. What's so different between now and then? What made you hate it so much? Was it something it should not have been? Or is that your intolerant crutch? I'm that flower mom and you don't care a lot I have always been by your side Even though we have fought I have never, ever once lied To you I'm an idiot And sometimes we just can't get along. But maybe, just maybe I'm tired of being told I'm wrong.