a rose without a thorn

A black rose
Blooms from the remains of the rest
While being downsized by the world
Least compared to the best

Different color, is its only flaw
An outsider glances
And views it with awe.

See the world for what it is
A rock lost in a puddle
Not knowing how deep
Falling in the quicksand
While white knights
In white sheet armor come to right us.

Fall back in line
Conform to the normality
Wait for it to hit
A smack back to reality
Keep your beliefs
For religion is sacred
If you truly believe
The lost ones won’t have bled.

Grow from the remains
Become the strength in all
Save the redness for the black
Darkness isn’t bleak
The darkness fills with beauty
Yet it survives off the weak…

By xsilentXscreamsx

i am a very boring person, trust me i would know im around myself all the time, but anyhoo... im 14, i hate my life, but what else is new? i get labeled as punk/gothic, mainly gothic, i hate labels because they are stupid and just another way to stereotype people, i live in Bellingham, WA (which you've probably never heard of) and if anyone cares, i am bi, and if you're homophobic you're stupid... dont get me started on that subject... i want to die... i dont care if people say they care, they dont show it, i dont care if people dont care, because in any case thats all i expect of them, someday ill make it, and ill go by as peacefully as i came, no one on here will notice, and i dont expect you to care.