Flowers or Weeds?

People pass through our lives,
In a million ways,
Some of them for a stretch,
Some of them just for days,
The affect that they have,
Be it blessing or scar,
Says some about them, but
More about who we are,
Where we are in our lives,
Our desires, our needs,
Do we see hugs or knives?
Friendship’s flowers or weeds?
Our perception is key,
And it seems time will tell,
But when looking at me,
Use your mirror as well.

English, motherfucker, do you speak it? J/K - it's ok if you don't.

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