Dying Flower

Am I good? 
Am I bad? 
I don't laugh at my own jokes 
I laugh at someone else's 

For the sake of their happiness 
Not for the sake of mine 
I'm stuck in the beauty of loneliness 
Always making words rhyme 

In the night I hear people stab me 
Whispering that I wasn't good for I don't discipline myself well 
Which was true and man did that ring one more bell 

Despair embraced me once again and people chose to ignore me 
Even the elderly are as honest as the little ones 
So, when I appear by your door, don't see what I appear to be 
For I am as sensitive as the little ones 

Passing these phases, it feels so eternal 
Crawling in my veins, strolling down my face disguised as tears 
I've been like this for years 

I'm not the girl with long, beautiful hair 
I'm not the girl who was always cared for 
I'm not able to look fair as everyone looked fair 
And because of that my eyes begin to sore 

They don't know, they don't know 
They don't know as I grow 
Let the wind give its stormy blow 
Until my body is all it will throw