Rose

I am a rose I don't do what is expected,
I push through all that tell me to stop.
I am a rose, I never back down or go around hard things, I push through.
I am a rose I brave the storm, rain or hail I never fall.
I am a rose even after being cut down, I still grow.
I am a rose, I won't die because of a few scars, I heal from them.
I am a rose society sees me in different ways, some as a flower that stays diligent, others as a nuance that never falters.
I am a rose, I am rebellious, I am diligent, I overcome obstacles bigger than my existence, but that doesn't make me unbreakable.
I am a rose, you can dig up my roots, or burn me down.
I am just a rose after all, right?
Or does that make me human?