A rose is a person,
Overrated, to highly honored, and cliquish.
Layers upon layers of feelings, thoughts, and memories are held
within the depths of the petals’
All of them of humiliation of others, arrogance, and hiding their
insecurities.
As they snap at everyone in sight, their thorns peek out of their
very living being,
Their voice tense as they manipulate and scream, and I realize
this is the way it always has to be.
My original writing:)