Every Rose Has Thorns

Walking around school,

Pacing through hallways.

Eyes gleaming towards me,

Anger building up inside.

Plastic people spreading rumors of me,

like airborne.

I'm not perfect.

Every person has their dark secrets.

I am not beautiful,

Inside or out.

People can read me like a book.

Through the eyes of someone dark,

I am only human.

People don't understand that.

People don't understand me.

I do not talk about my problems,

because all they do is judge me.

I only think about my problems,

Though they haunt me.

Like ghosts in a dark alley.

Nobody knows who I am,

or what I am.

All they know,

Is how I am.

But the people around school,

do not know....

That every rose....has thorns.

.......Do not judge me......