I am the rose that grew amongst the daisies.  
I always stood out from the rest.
For so many years I hated myself.
Why God?
Why make me a rose , and not a Daisy like the rest of them?
I stayed angry with God.
Why ?
I just want to know why?!
I have to have soil just so.
I have to keep the bugs at bay.
I have to be warry of the weeds.
I have to seek the sunshine.
And the daisies?
They stay looking fresher than I.
And these thorns i was given-- is that meant  to protect me ?
Or to keep them away?
Why God?
I just want to be like the daisies.
Trade my wilting crimson petals for the snow white ones.
To be like them-- to be one of them.  
And for once be admired not from a distance--
I guess what I'm saying is;  
when will a rose be wanted and not feared?