The Gloomy Garden

It began the day a vicious guy became a father,
The daughters were named burden, treated like the weeds in a rich garden.
But these weeds grew, swaying in the wind, brimming better than flowers
And you could see the father's clenched jaw as it hardened
So he decided, it was the time for them to be traded, time for their departure
He pulled them out like a stone from his shoe and threw then into some random lawns
The weeds dreaded him, he became the loaded gun tucked at their throats,
Hence they tuck their roots at the unknown, hoping the ground wasn't poisoned.
Hoping their were some chances of their survival
Luckily, Most of the weeds stood firm and turned into a tree,
lived happily ever after
But for the most poised weed,
the new garden turned out to be a patch of land in the prison
But she took it with glee
Her new Gardner's a criminal,
touching her leaves seems to be his only mission.
Her old garden wont take her back,
Because she doesn't belong their anymore
But how would you feel?
If you never had a place you could call a home
For the old garden is only a distant memory of her trauma
And she's told the new one is her responsibility,
For her husband? She's supposed to lay silently on the bed
A married girl will only leave her new home once she's dead.