poem

I haven't been posting on my blog much so sowry abt that !! ＞︿＜ here's a poem for you !!

Beautiful

I am beautiful

I know I am beautiful

Like a rose, with soft petals and sharp thorns
Resisting even the strongest storms

Yet weeds are pulled out by their heads

Because all they are, are silly pests

I should be glad I am beautiful

Delicate, soft, and usable

Yet I cannot hurt, I cannot heal

Just sit here

And feel.

If I were a weed, I’d already be dead

And without my beauty, I’d be naught but shreds

But if I were weak, I’d be here all the same

Because nobody cares who you have became

They care if you will taste well in their tea

If your petals will feel soft on their hands

Because all you are is an object.

Never something to understand.

The thorns are a warning they will never heed

For they will shave them right off, too

And once you have been used

They discard you

And you die.

And that’s just a fact of life.