I rush to spritz it
Moisten the soil
Glisten up the leaves
Talk to it to ease its mind
Throw it a few compliments
Place it gently in the direct sunlight
But as I look closer
I come to see it is not real
All along its been a fake plant
It stood there and took all my care
But couldn’t grow
But couldn’t give anything in return
Categories: identity, mental health, Poetry, Psychology
We Can/Will
Water A Plant Now
Yet We Can’t/Won’t
Teach It to Grow Then
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