My whole life I have been judged from first glance,
They look and analyse at all of every detail,
They make me seem bad and don't give me a chance,
My whole life now and forever full of lies and betrayal.
I may be so much more different,
But really I am am exactly the same,
I am like the others but my details aren't consistent,
But that what makes me, me. My own style, own name.
I stand up tall, and on my own,
Surrounded by only a sea of red clones,
I have only this one place to call my home,
And yet I still feel so sad and alone.
My thorns might cause you pain,
But my petals are full of love,
I have only my thoughts to think over and over again,
But this illusion just isn't enough.
I thought that there was something wrong with me,
I asked everyone but no one knows,
But, maybe, I am the way I am meant to be,
For I am in fact, A Black Rose.
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Plastic Roses And Fake Love Songs
PoetryA collection of my favourite pieces of poetry. All written by me, please do not steal them. My poetry is dark, if you have anything nasty or judgemental to say then please take it elsewhere.
