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The Camellia among roses
I'm just a camellia among a bouquet of roses,
An odd sheep, forced to mimic their grace,
When all we shared was a faint appearance at a glance.
They convinced me of my lack of elegance,
Called me weird for questioning my uniqueness,
And hypnotized me to believe I was merely a mutant.
Might I have picked up their scent, sharing a common ground,
Yet I remain very much different at the root,
So why disguise myself as something I never am?
My essence would never change,
No matter how much their fragrance brushed over me,
It's a pity how long I lived believing what I never was.
© Pandora
An odd sheep, forced to mimic their grace,
When all we shared was a faint appearance at a glance.
They convinced me of my lack of elegance,
Called me weird for questioning my uniqueness,
And hypnotized me to believe I was merely a mutant.
Might I have picked up their scent, sharing a common ground,
Yet I remain very much different at the root,
So why disguise myself as something I never am?
My essence would never change,
No matter how much their fragrance brushed over me,
It's a pity how long I lived believing what I never was.
© Pandora
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