I am misunderstood, forgotten, and broken.
But still a beautiful spirit waiting to be awoken.
I am put down, thrown aside, and constantly told lies.
Yet, I am a prideful tiger that has just arrived.
They say I am quiet,
not bright they might add,
they even try to see me sad.
But You See, I am a rose, blossoming from the thorns.
They pick at me but can't handle the horns.
I am beautiful, no matter what they say and do.
I know this because I learned to believe in myself too.
I may be misunderstood,
But that misunderstanding is working out for my greater good.