Pretty Petty Pink Bloom

Something I really dislike is pettiness. Petty people. Petty behaviour. But most of all, petty excuses.
Petty words escaping from petty mouths, forming petty little riddles of a hypercritical and egotistical nature. If you have a problem, you may as well just say it... instead of playing the innocent petal that has been shaken from the bloom. They all held you in the center of the garden for far too long with your pretty pink blossom of a head shaking along in the confident air. You take them for granted, day in and day out. Adore your place among the green. You believe they owe you, their time and attention. You bathe in the shower of love and admiration they feed you. Soaking up their every drop. Have you ever thought, that just maybe this palm of safety, you so selfishly command, was not intended to purely please you? Have you ever dreamed, even for a moment, about a day when your absorbed existence would stop and think in depth of the one who belongs to the hand that you hold? Your pettiness is far beyond expectation but they love you for it still. Don't be so petty and naive to think that life will stay the same forever. The hand that you have adopted as your support deserves to feel the same in return and it's only a matter of time before that support is found.