Husk

I hear people saying my life is full of dusk But my heart says I am a husk I have always been thrown out But I know I am meant to sprout I might be the different one Who can't pass through the strain But it doesn't cost me any pain Rather just a few stains And worry not about them Because they are on the stem Not on the beautiful flowers Cause they are used for showers Sometimes even in wedding They are useful even when shedding God's strain is keeping me out of the crowd And wants me to be proud And so just remember that Being the husk is not that bad It's good, but not taken as