With the Roses


With the Roses

I feel comfortable,
with the roses,
their thorns giving them bad labels,
as do some of my so-called foes.

Too quiet,
they say when I am shy,
I may not always fit,
but it’s better not to lie.

Appearances aren’t what should be judged,
but they give us bad first impressions,
some minds may not want to budge,
but we hope to reach you a lesson.

The roses and I don’t fit in,
but below the surface some may see,
though the two of us can never seem to win,
below there is some inner beauty.

-Kaylin Ryan

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