The whispers make my ears bleed

Full of fire, they torment me

and the product is a rotten seed

and a newfound pain that heeds me

The thirsty roots dig deeper and deeper

clenching my sore aching heart

the words hit harder and harder

hitting its target like a dart

I plead for mercy, but no one hears

The sun keeps shining, but never reaches me

Till the weeds are cut down by shears

I will never be free from all my fears

Finally there is a peaceful silence

And the sun smiles of the proud flower

that stood up to the weedy pestilence

that sought to rid it's pretty power