I Am: Amaryllis

I am the Amaryllis.

I wonder when my time will come to bloom. 

I hear voices exerting me forward;

I see bathetic faces leading me through. 

I want to free myself of this discomposure. 

I am the Amaryllis. 

I pretend to detach from reality. 

I feel the icy wind blow throughout my fantasy. 

I touch silence, even when surrounded by emphatic sound.

I worry that "infinity" is coming to an end. 

I cry. 

I am the Amaryllis. 

I understand any vex but my own. 

I say, "Find contentment within yourself."

I dream that I could mean what I say. 

I try to elude away from pessimism. 

I am the Amaryllis.. 

And I WILL bloom.