Flowers to Vines

I feel like I'm never what people expect me to be. 
I never know if it's a good thing, or a bad thing. Am I too much, or not enough? I'm sure it's different for everyone. The question: to let my soul express itself freely, let the vines unravel into flowers and grow? Or to stay near the shore, floating on the surface? Testing the waters, always scared to fully dive deep? To let the waves move as they please? I've drowned before,
time after time, people don’t want to sail in my sea anymore. They get bored, and no longer want me. Or they drown me, capsizing my ship, down to the dark depths of the ocean. 
Flowers to vines, yet again.