• Im a smudge, rubbed against the concreat,
    spit on everyday.
    Im an ugly shade of gray, that stained a perfect wall of pink,
    im ugly and imperfect in every way.

    Im like a dull knife, i look mean,
    but my edge is dull,
    i have no true edge, im a nice person to everyone,
    and im hated for my weekness, because im nice.

    im a flower, that always wanted to grow,
    but never had a chance to be proved.
    im a rose, with tattared buds and leaves,
    im refused to be picked, because im not good enough to be given to anyone.

    im not good enough for anyone,
    my freinds even hate me,
    theyr only around me, to laugh at me.

    this flower no longer wants to grow,
    i deserve to be hated because everyone else taught me how to hate myself,
    because you hated me,
    im a root that does not whant to stand in a field af perfict roses,

    a person is like a flower in many ways,
    with light and care, he or she will thrive,
    with naglect and abuse it only dies....

    im not good for anyone