I am the yellow rose of the garden filled with pink ones
I am the yellow rose, with the extra thorn that everyone shuns
I look around at the others and know theres something off
Cause the other roses look at me and scoff
I tried to get along with the pink roses, but I soon stoped trying
And instead I stay quiet by defying
What is considered normal and sane
And I keep my thoughts 100% contained
I did anything to make the pink roses leave me alone
I shut my mouth and never spoke the unknown
I had that feeling of wanting to speak, but being planted in the ground
Or the feeling of wanting to run away, but knowing I will be found
I want to go and achieve my dreams
But first I must back away from the garden and the rest of the pink roses
That are coming toward me, and incloseing me in a square
I get more and more angry at the rest of the roses holding me back
That maybe one day my silence would crack
And that I just might tell everyone what I really think
Instead I keep those thoughts in my head and written in ink
But im learning that I need to stand up for what is right
And keep an eye on the prize and in the fight
Sure, sometimes these pink roses tease me for my flaws
Except I know that these differences soon will get an applause
I learned that these pink roses, or the garden never held me back from my dreams
Because the pink roses didn't all look at me the way I thought they did
And that big, scary garden was sometimes good
The only thing that was holding me back was my paranoid state of mind
That was acting like a helpful innocent friend, when it was distorting my sight and made me confided
I admit, even if the pink roses did judge me, I judged them as cold, popular brats
When in reality I was jealous of there greener grass
Maybe all the pink roses aren't perfect, or mean
Prehaps they are your streotypical insercure teen
I have no clue what is going on inside the pink roses, because all I could see is my own issues
So I had no right to judge there petals when I dont know whats inside
I just needed to look at my yellow petals in the mirror and tell myself that the same as the pink
But when I try to think all I see are polar opposites
Prehaps we put aside our differences and showed them my yellow scars
Maybe then the pink and yellow can live in harmony, and peace
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Diary of Firefly
Poetry- Poetry about the positive and negative stuff going on in my life. -Mostly about high school stuff. -Rhyming and Grammer isn't really my thing so if you don't like that then don't read. -I do swear and talk about some pretty heavy stuff so if you...
