Sorrow and Silk are Nothing Alike || Poetry

Roses

Growing from a seed to a flower only to find that all the flowers surrounding me are different,
I seem to be the wrong type of flower,
I want to be a beautiful rose,
Not a dandelion.
I want to be the flower that everyone loves,
Not the flower that everyone looks at repulsively.
I want to be a flower with a thin stem,
I want to have those beautiful red petals that everyone desires,
I want to be wanted.

~ If only I were a Rose too