Petals: The Life of a Rose
A seed...I'm feeling like a human...with all of my thoughts and feelings,
Can't see what's ahead of me...but I just want to breakout 'n breathe,
Eyes open....suffocating...with thoughts and darkness surrounding me,
What is the world like..will I be ugly..but oh the wonders of being free,
I want to break this shell....with all my might....I'm ready for the fight,
The shell seems to be giving me violent invites.....it's so very unpolite,
I feel the growth inside me like an itch.......it feels like a filled syringe,
What's this......my stem has left the soil.....touching a breeze of wind,
I'm budding....that cool breeze against my outer skin....I seem to grin,
To leave the ground that I've been in..me and the shells battle..I win,
But something is still wrong...I am still in a cage..I overflow with rage,
My thoughts of why are confused....vague....I thought I came of age,
Guess not...just another stage....I assume this bud must have to pop,
Damn...breaking shells..and now this...now I'm most certainly shocked,
What will come from this hardache..I hope next I bloom..for God's sake,
Again...the itch becomes overwhelming.....feeling like overflowing lakes,
I break free..feeling the soil I came from beneath me..buds falling freely,
Finally I am unleashed...I'm seeing the world.....OMFG.....what a feeling,
Wtf...look at me...I'm so ugly...dispicable...I see myself...'n start crying,
Feelings flowing uncontrollably.....I now look in disgust at my new being,
Is this what I've been waiting for..all my life fighting to be ugly..no more,
I will not fight anymore....if this ugly outcome is the thing humans adore,
How could they...the depiction of me SCARES ME...what do others think,
If I looked at myself..I'd uproot me...and wash myself down an open sink,
Fuck this world...I hate it..all this work for this...so just fuck my creation,
Soon as my words left my thoughts...I began to feel this great sensation,
My petals start to open slightly......I starting to feel absolutely renewed,
OMG..what's this...I'm beautiful..look at me...this is just simply wonderful,
Everytime people pass me....they look twice....that is something I notice,
They admire me....and in my mind....I can say I'm definitely a main focus,
But they cute me...to put me on display....ME....artists tried to recreate,
MY VALUE
With sculptures..paintings..but every individual...couldn't beat the original,
They made visuals...but nobody could grasp.....MY VALUE.....to an all full,
But my petals begin to weaken......the prices to see me start to cheapen,
I feel like I want to start sleeping....'n they remove me after the weekend,
Through all of the fighting..crying..and this is what I'm left with...I'm dying,
It was a good life..but now I'm suffering...and no hope for a new beginning,
I guess nobody truly valued me..I was just a display..for some quick money,
I'm assuming this is the end...no more feeling it raining...or the sun beaming,
No more suttle thoughts.....at least don't have to ever again feel distraught,
For this life I've fought...and from this live I've gained all the lessons taught,
Oh you beautiful soul...for you...I'll make this acception so you can grow old,
I felt power instead of growth...'n whatever happened will be forever untold,
...I'm now given the strength to live again...
...Petals is now my new known name...
...Now....let me explain to those...
...This is my life...as a Rose...