Roses

Red.

The color of a rose was originally red. As to what the humans see.
But there stood a rose, standing tall with its petals as the color of blue.
As it feels its surroundings, all it could feel was the familiar.
For it knew it was different.

Red

It was the rose's original color.
The Man had been picking his beautifully red roses as to give it to women or to sell them.
The blue rose felt envy towards the red roses.
They were familiar to one's eyes.
It was different.

Blue

It was its natural Hue.
Something it was born with since the day it was planted.
The Man caught a glimpse of the blue rose.
The rose never felt such happiness
For the red roses were picked for they were familiar.
But now it was getting picked for it was different.

Red

Pain.
Pain was all it felt.
The blue rose's roots were uprooted from the soil.
He felt the man grab a sharp object and sliced through the thorns.
So this was what it felt like to be familiar.
But why does it feel the same when you're different?