Hoping is a lost cause,
Everyone can see her flaws.
No one will look at her with a new light,
She’s out of mind, out of sight.
No one likes her,
Passing by people like a blur.
No one can see the pain she feels,
No listens and no one hears
Her cries and shouts,
She’s dying to get out!
To be noticed, to be loved,
Stop being shoved.
Please let someone care,
She’s tired of someone not being there.

Beautiful and delicate, giving off a sweet aroma, intoxicating the naive. Like a rose, you are dangerous. Preying on the innocent with false smiles and deceiving looks. Not everything meets the eye. You engulf the ignorant in a dark abyss of unlawful hopes and desires. You trick them, like the monster you are. Like a rose, you don't know how you lie. When looking at a rose, you stare at the beauty, not the danger. Thorns sneak up and ***** your finger, drawing out your precious red, plentiful fountain of life. However, without it's petals, it would be nothing but a thorned stem. Like you, your nothing without your lies. The rose loses it's beauty and alluring scent, and you lose your looks and charm. Underneath, you are just a hungry thorn on a stem, waiting toget a trickle of blood upon your tip.