A flower afraid to bloom
scared of what might come her way
so she's forced to stay
in a cramped up place in the dirt she calls her room.
Never does she leave
for she can't bare rejection
from others that reject her from selection
She is tought to believe.
She is tought to believe she is not good enough
She's different but she's trying
even though on the inside she's crying.
the criticism she hears can sometimes be rough.
She seems to feel like everytime she starts to bloom
The rain doesn't help her, it drowns her
It makes sure she can't be the flower that makes her
instead becomes something she's not and lives in gloom.
Soon enough she'll become dormant.
She'll hide away or do something worse like not live
Because she now feels she has nothing left to give
She can no longer live with uneccessary torment.