The ashes of my remains [Poetry]

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Gardens of Orchards
Decorations of flowers
Yet the roses prick me
Pretty pollen surrounding
But the bees sting me
Grey coloured clouds around
But the fluffy white clouds wet me
All the perfect tea cups
But I received the chipped one
Every person around me, perfection at their finest
Yet when I stare back I'm clouded by insecurities
They're unhinged and defeating
I grab the melted crayons,
All I wanted was to recolour this failure
But yet now I blend with all the dull flowers
A mixture in the orchard gardens
Soon the realization comes along
I was never meant to fit in at all.
-s