Flower..

She's precious as a flower,
She's beautiful like the colors.
But she doesn't know it, her petals are always falling.
She feels like part of her is dying.
She's funny and playful
Cautious and loyal.
She doesn't hold back,
And nobody likes her.
Everyone thinks it's an act.
Petals, are falling
Another flower is dying.
No rain, no sun..
Sorrow has begun.
Dragging herself through a garden of weeds.
It's a hard place for a flower to be.
©terrylin53