A Collection of Poems

Dahlia

Like a dahlia flower dressed as a rose

She threw away her beauty and began to pose

Taking the uniqueness out of herself

Like a romance novel on a horror bookshelf

She might have been misplaced or walked on her own

Either way, she was full of company yet alone

Her petals spread but no one touched them

Her book was read but was met with condemn

Others didn't care to look deeper or further

And people threw back the book with no murder

And when the 'rose' crumples people will see

She was just a dahlia trying to flee

From herself yet to others like her

And people who cared never got to read her

This is the tragical ending

Of the one stuck pretending