"Why?
Why do people think I'm so lucky?
I have everything I want, but why..?"
Sherry, who felt quite disheartened,
Thought about this,
Over, and over again.
Sherry sat in the soft, moist field of grass,
Thinking numerous times,
"I am not lucky.
I am meaningless."
Sherry, decided to walk around the field of grass and beautiful petite flowers
And noticed a daisy in the middle of nowhere.
She looked down at the petite daisy,
Wondered,
"Why is life like this?
Why does my mom think I'm useless?"
She touched the white daisy,
The daisy that looked so angelic,
So chaste yet unpretentious.
Sherry continued to think more about her life,
Her ineffectual life.
When she compared her life to others,
She felt very baffled, like a convoluted labyrinth.
Then, the daisy,
Looking all so innocent,
Started changing colors,
From the simple, angelic, white
To the dark, mysterious, evil, black.
Sherry thought,
"This seems quite peculiar.
Why would this daisy turn black?"
A few seconds later,
After the small daisy turned to the deep black,
An enormous Venus flytrap,
One too big of a normal one,
Opened its mouth so quickly,
Quick that a cheetah wouldn't be able to flee,
And the poor little Sherry,
Fell into the trap,
And the Venus flytrap closed its mouth,
Leaving Sherry, deceased.
Dead like what she was eager for.
A/N: Well I hope you enjoyed this poem that had to end in a very tragic ending. Also, I would really appreciate it if no one flame or reported us as was said in the last chapter, we're not breaking any rules. Thank you to all of the people who have enjoyed them. Plus, thanks to everyone and their recommendation on which I should do next, because it's quite helpful since I usually have a hard time deciding who to do. Lastly, this 'scene' happened before she even gets her mamodo, Brago, who sadly, in the last chapter, died.