Again To Go Unnoticed

Weeds are classified together,
Unwanted and plain
Intrusive and mundane
But why?
Because they don’t die
Like flowers with bright petals
So sadly weeping
Still smelling sweetly?
I feel comfort around things
That cannot be ruined
Until I become attached
Like my weeds
playing like children in the playground.
I know that sometimes I make myself see the good
In something when it’s not really there.
Other times I merely try
to compose my mentality
To have a better time in a mediocre situation.
You can tell yourself you love something
Or you can use the failures
And call them learning experiences.