Tormented Rose
All I wanted was love and care.
Isn't that the reason I was planted here?
In a garden with such magic and beauty,
but instead I was left as a forgotten duty.
See me wither, see me in such pain.
I'm striving for survival, but is it done in vain?
I wanted to grow, I wanted to live.
But no one helps. What wrong did I commit?
I may not be a beautiful lily,
or a breathtaking orchid.
I am just a rose.
One who is in need of love
not torture.
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