Confessions of a Weed

Its in the best interest of everyone that it isolates itself. As much it tries to provide for others, the nature of it will never change.In this barren land, where not a soul knows about the existence, it was almost impossible for anyone to tear it away. They were the endearing lot.

It is the shame that made it to a dig Hole and move into isolation. It does yearn for the friendship of the neighbours. It wants to re kindle everything and start all over again. It’s past just keeps getting in the way. The negative thoughts still remain vibrant as ever.

The battle between it’s birth traits collide intensively with those values that it has nurtured. The former remains gullible as ever and constant efforts to change does not sustain. It has incurred the wrath of most and amicability is not it’s forte.

It has many facades of life that deceives people initially. It has the ability to communicate well with everyone else but itself. It is not able to talk sense into and remains adamant on coming into acceptance with the human nature of committing sins. It the drive for perfection that haunts it. Lately, torn between the right and wrong it has started to destroy itself and has begun to lose interest in connecting with people. It has shifted it’s primary focus on competing the duties it was born for and perishing from the face of earth.

It has had many opportunities and has thought about its life a million times.This is the final chance it has given itself befor it decides to pull it out itself.