Why?
Just why?
Why am I the pretty rose but people then get pricked by my thorns.
I never meant to do anything.
It's just a defense mechanism.
I don't know why I do it.
I just do.
And I regret it every time.
Then my petals fall...I'm left colorless in a black and white world.
Then a new beginning comes and I wreck that too.
By repeating everything, just in a different way.
A difference sequence.
I don't want to be all defense.
I want to be picked.
I want to be held.
But the thing is, my thorns are the only thing I got to defend myself....I would feel vulnerable without them.
When will they be gone?
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PoetryI wrote this when I was bored, but it's really deep. Hope you guys like it. XD