I’ve never been a pretty rose.
I’ve never been a smart daisy.
I’ve never been a bright sunflower.
Or the sweet jasmine…
I was always just a wallflower.
always hiding from the sunlight,
with a sad smile,
bleed like scarlet.
I used to be like everyone else.
Bloom into beauty.
With pretty petals.
But, I have too much pride in my loneliness.
I’d rather be a forgotten wallflower,
stuck in a grey and safe place.