To the one fellow
Standing in the corner
Watching as if
No one knew they existed

The follower of the group
The drooping rose
The one that thinks they aren’t beautiful
But even a broken, drooping rose
Has beauty within them

To the one broken heart
Who thinks they will never find love
The people who broke them
Used the acetone that
Stripped the inner character
they used to be

The broken heart of the group
The broken stem
The one that thinks they can’t be loved
But even someone as “broken” as them
Can still find love and make it last