|•pain of being compared•|

I'm an average student and yes, as an average student it feels like I'm a flower waiting to bloom, while everyone else is blooming such wonderful flowers here I am stuck with this form, every season that passes by I feel useless for not blooming, I'm here waiting for them to notice me, notice my beauty and how beautiful I am. and let them know that not all flowers bloom, why is it like this? here I am trying my best to satisfy their standards and yet it's not enough. they still choose the one with beautiful petals. why can't I hear the sound of "this flower is always in a shadow, why can't this bloom like them?" why not "this such a special flower is unique from everyone else" I'm also here waiting for them to notice me. every single time I always do my best and yet it's not enough to fit the society. The world is cruel. Every second there's always a pain in my heart for always being compared. sometimes I just thought to myself why I can't be like them, always shining and blooming. but someday I'll shine and bloom like them, greater Ang stronger. -Ms peanut 🐦🥜•|