In My Garden:

                                          In My Garden:

My family is a garden,
Growing in a world that hates uniqueness;
My brother is the potted plant,
Restricted to what he thinks and feels-
By what all the other potted plants are like;
I am the wildflower-
But carefree and one-of-kind doesn’t mean I belong there;
And Dad is the soil that unites us together;
No matter how twisted our garden might be,
He is the clay we are molded from-
Whether we accept it, or not…