The wrong metaphor

You compared me to a"beautiful flower."

I don't think I'm beautiful.

Especially not like the pink flower you said I was.

I'd say I'm more like a notebook, 

there, but not noticed.

It's something with so many pages to fill,

like me, I need something to fill my mind.

I'm nothing like how you describe me as.

I don't get how you think 

somebody like me is a flower.

I could ask,

but you'd say it represents my personality.

How?

I'm a misanthropic, 

pessimistic, 

asshole

 that doesn't know when to shut up once I get started.

How is that like a flower?

How am I anything like one?

I'm short, 

a flower stands tall.

I have a weird smile, 

a flower is perfect.

I'm not confident, 

a flower is.

I can't be a flower.

No way in hell.

A notebook suits me better,

a quiet something,

a small something,

a something that keeps to itself.

Is there a flower like that?

"You're a flower because you're learning to bloom."

You said.

Is that true?

"I'm quiet,

short,

I like to be left alone,

I'm not confident,

I have a weird smile.

I don't know

if an ass like me should be a flower."

This exchange was a while ago now,

and I'm still short,

still have a weird smile,

still quiet,

still not the most confident,

and still keep to myself most days.

But I'm learning that being a flower isn't about being perfect,

it's about accepting myself, 

and learning that I'm not a notebook like I thought.