He made me a Beast (Poem Poetry)

He made me a Beast

I was a beautiful orphan flower lost in a graden of thorns.

I was rescued by a mighty gardener whom i thought was my savior.

He put me in a beautiful cage and everyday he showered me with his material joy.

At first he was a redeemer.

Everything was so wonderful,
when I realized I was his pet in a cage.

I told him to let me go ,But this gardener has a very sensitive emotion, and a sentimental being
that a little sentence of mine makes him cry a river.

In silence I cry,
In silence I speak,
In silence the hapiness fades just to be strong in front of him.

I was showing him the happiest face he deserve to own.

Giving him the pleasure that every gardener needs.

He let me in and out in the cage,
keeps showering me with his material joy,
But the happiness was fading day by day.

I tried to keep the faith,
I tried to keep the happiness in my face
but all of the sudden,
It made my petal dark at the end.

With all the little act of embarassment and disrespect my poor little petals keeps leaving a dark scar on me.

As time goes by and petals go die , Slowly the flower begins to bloom.

Nourished by material joy,
mortification,and disrespect.

Impudent was my supper,
and his strong perfection
of pride was my lullaby.

The excruciating immature gardener
then created a beautiful Beast.

Just by words I was his little beast,
In the dark lives a creature he owns but
A little scratch of laugh I made him bleed.

Now tell me gardener, Do you still consider me to keep?