Throwing Sticks

A bundle of sticks, no real appetite for happiness.
This girl said, "Fuck the world.Shit happens get over it."
If we came from the same vine why is your bloom so different?
Cut off and put in the window for light.
I watch as yu turn from pure white to an eye itching red.
You sit there now proud to be growing with color,
But someday you'll be in the window with me
And all your color will fade.
but by the off-white sahde you'll be
I will never be able to forget what you've done.
So you say I have never been colored.
I don't know those feelings.
How could I be right?
Can you not learn with your eyes?
In the end you'll learn it's not about whats wrong or right,
It's about what is fact and what is fake.