I'm struggling, to see
The light.
The thing I need,
To help me grow.
Bigger flowers,
Taller trees.
Taking it all.
Not allowing me,
To shine,
To stand in the spotlight.
To have my say.
Not like they care.
I'm just me,
Little me.
They don't care.
I will be in the dark.
Scared,
Alone,
Worried.
So don't worry about me.
I just the little Primrose
In the midst of all the roses of the world.
Love you
Zanny xx
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