Like A Rose

She was like a rose,

who never saw beyond her thorns.

She looked into the mirror,

and saw her pieces broken and torn.

She listened to the voices that

told her a wide number of lies,

So, when she was complimented,

she looked at the strangers with surprise.

Although, she imagined her petals wilting

And feared the loss of her beauty and compose.

The rest of the world continued to notice

her beautiful, blooming rose.

- Akshaya Pai