Lately I find that I am wishing I could be like the flowers

They don't compete, they only grow

And when they are stepped on, they'll bloom again next spring

They are delicate and pure

Soft and kind

But no matter how hard I try

I grow, and grow

But I won't touch the sky

I was a young girl the first time I was called 'ugly'

And I cracked like a flowers stem

I was much younger when when my innocence was stolen

My delicate petals began to fall

Event after event

I became dead and bare

My head drooping, my petals gone, my core brown

I was once a beautiful rose, and now merely a weed

But one day my spring will come 

And I will bloom once again 

To prove even the most damaged flowers

Can grow too