Like A Rose
Their desire to admire her was so real
Though she held up her thorns
They were eager to wrap their hands around her
as they tore into her delicate petals
Screaming as blood dripped from their hands
Her thorns made her a danger
And with danger came consequences
They called her uptight and mean
Made her out to be an ugly thing
Deep down they all wanted to near her
To push the walls, she had built around herself to the very edge
To get a reaction from her
To deem her as evil once again