If a flower bloomed above the rest, would you trample it? Would you crush it? Would obliterate it out of pure haste and fear and envy?
If a boy hid from that true beauty, would you push him down? Would you keep him there? Would you rid his freedom out of pure haste and fear and envy?
Because, what better way to become the best than to kick and shove and abuse someone. It's not like it will affect me. It's not like it will hurt me.
It's not like he'll take it personally…
Black hair and blue eyes, what a stupid appearance.
Stupid shoes.
Stupid jeans.
Stupid shirt.
Stupid face…
"Break it him down, and build him up" is what my dad always said, dad is always right.
"Use your strength" he always said.
"Fight back" he always said.
But what happens when the flower continues to grow anyways, and when it finally blossoms you're the one who is trampled.
White hair and green eyes, how stupid was I…?
White boots, stupid…
White gloves, stupid.
White belt, stupid!
White collar, sTuPiD!
Black suit, STUPID!
Why does the weakest flower become the most colorful? The most vibrant…
It's not like it didn't affect me. It's not like it didn't hurt me.
It's not like he didn't take it personally.
So why? Why does he not care? I've done so much to him. Why did he do nothing? Why?
"You know Dash… What would be the point?"
So if a flower bloomed above the rest, just leave it. Why crush it? Why obliterate it out of pure haste and fear and envy?
Because one day, that boy, will unveil his true beauty…
;P