I am like a bouquet of flowers.

Some flowers are dead,
and some are alive.
But some are just beginning to bloom.
I am sometimes like the dead ones.
I go through hard times,
my petals come off.
I try to get others help
but I just seem to shrivel up and fall apart.
I am sometimes like the beautiful ones.
I am confident.
Others look up to me as a role model.
I feel proud of my beauty.
Lastly, I'm sometimes like the ones just beginning to bloom.
I come up with new ideas.
I learn new things.
I look up to others for advice.
But sometimes I'm all of them combined.
I have a smile on my face and a joyful vibe.
But in the inside I'm a lost bunny alone on the woods.
But I also know there is always a way out from this.
But I always turn out as the beautiful flower.
I am like a bouquet of flowers.