Lady Dandelion
Institutionalized by eyes that are trapped inside grey matter
The margins become narrow every time I walk outside
I'm no flower
I'm a weed who grows despite a gardner's efforts
Green and fertile
At times stubborn yellow
A gardner's dream is to have a manicured lawn free of flaws
You see what they don't know is why I frequent their yard.
Who am I
I am Lady Dandelion