Concrete rose
The path less taken is not always harder
But its the one i was sprinkled upon
You buried me with your dirty secrets
And showered me with endless doubts
From above i saw my light within
Giving me the chance to grow
As i grew bigger, my light got stronger
Helping build my wall of thorns
My rage is crimson as is my hope
until i finally break free
you no longer are my keeper
Just the concrete cage of doubt
for i am now a rose
This poem is about:
Me