I am a Mimosa pudica

 Of the many types of unfortunate flora, I was born as a mimosa pudica not as charming as a rose, not as attractive as a sunflower, not as sweet as a hibiscus, not as brave as a corpse flower, some hate my existence because my thorns accidentally hurt them, some like my arrival, because it is fun to Some are toyed with by stroking, some by stepping on them but luckily I can grow anywhere, to hell with the temperature and what area am I too strong? or too wild? I don't know what's clear, I don't need to depend on humans to water me every day, I'm still growing with the occasional rain