Unraveled Bloom

My story is unwritten.
My tears have been unseen.
I hide behind my mask of jade.
Colored envy green.
My writings gone unrecognized.
My dreams, they go unnoticed.
People say I'd do so great.
If only I would focus.
Sometimes when I'm alone.
My tears begin to fall.
Wet prisms rolling down my face.
Like I've got no hope at all.
My life could not be perfect.
I know that's true by heart.
My face is painted happy.
I am a work of art.
But look on past my simple smile.
Watch my petals fall.
My flower cannot bloom.
It has no life at all.

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