Sunflowers

I was hurt.
I was laying on my bed, crying.
Looking up, I stared
at my sunflowers.
There they sat, soaking
in their vase
so happily.

I continued to cry,
and stare.
Friendship meant
so much to me,
but it seemed like
something people just
took it for granted,
and it didn't matter to them
at all.

I felt a strange feeling.
Jealousy.
Those sunflowers,
had such a simply, happy life.
They were beautiful,
they smelled nice,
and they always had a friend close by.
Call me strange if you want,
but that's your problem.
And so I laid there, crying,
staring at the sunflowers.