Attributions to the Flower

For my very existence I owe the pleasure
Nonetheless I will avoid you to no measure
The havoc you've coldly laid upon my being
My aspirations you clouded me from seeing

Born from the union of parental addiction
Left with no choice but to offer conviction
Upon myself, my life of which I was proud
Infantile words muttered softly blare aloud

This beautiful floral form of self-medication
Brings tranquility to some, others irritation
Like a wrecking stone, cocked to crumble
Swaying my structure, on which I stumble

Peace personifies into a paranoid delusion
Left curled within a ball refusing seclusion
Unable to stand within such selfish shame
I leave you behind, with only you to blame