The Lone Rose

She was the fairest one of all

The only rose among the rest

She had the prettiest petals

And she thought she was the best

But her beauty was only skin-deep

For she was boastful and vain

She scoffed at all of the daisies

And laughed at their obvious pain

The others would have looked up to her

If only she wasn't so mean

Her arrogance was worse than her thorns

Though she's the most elegant that others have seen

So the rest just stayed out of her way

And at first, the rose didn't care

But soon, she was filled with sadness

And now she didn't seem so fair

If only she realized her mistake

Then she wouldn't have been so alone

For beauty is never quite enough

When spite is all one had shown