Rose

In a world of soft, yellow daisies

There is me

A red rose

On its own, a beauty

But in the world

I am the outcast

The stain on a new blouse

Fake smiles can’t hide me now

I can’t hide from myself

When the world is my mirror

Everyone can see

I don’t fit

Yes, I am a splendor

But don’t get too close

For all roses have thorns

A/N: I don't really know what this is about, but if you can get something out of it, great! and if you cant, then that's okay too. It was written in a moment of angst so...i dunno...on to your review!...