Ok this isn't really poetry it is just a bunch of words I wrote when i was down i guess, wrote it a long time ago. I wasn't sure where to put this so I thought that maybe this would be the best spot. :) Please critisize or comment or something, lol.


My life is like a black rose, losing its life every moment it goes on without water. A petal falling off every second. That's my life... miserable, misunderstood, and an outcast of all those red roses getting watered, getting rained on by love. Those roses are getting the attention they need. Always, or atleast most of the time, I try to be as well behaved as possible... I like to be somewhat different but still I try and shine the same way the red rose does... it never works. I haven't been like the other roses, prickly and sour, but being the well behaved one is starting to get frustrating. I'm growing even without the water and am having a hard time, I hope when I am older, I'll find someone to water me as I would water them, then one day there will be another rose... I shall water it everyday untill it grows up. Another life will be set free, its soul to breath fresh air and be happy, I hope this is what will happen... so even with a small child, I'll have a second chance in life to be what I really wanted to be... happy.


Ok that was it. :rolleyes: