Thorn

Pricks deep
Blood spills out
Tears drops of red from my finger
I cant seem to stop what I do.
I cant seem to change who I am.
As much as I want
As much as I try
I always go back to the way I've always been

I tried to pick the rose.
I've done it a million times
And every time I prick my self on its thorns
I cant stop touching the beauty
I cant stop being envious of its beauty
I want it for my own.
Why cant I be that beautiful
The blood like tears

I want to look in a mirror and not hate who I am
I want to spend time with people and not hate what I say and do
But every time I try to be myself
I prick myself
Trying so hard to be the beauty I will never be

I try and change
I resist the rose
But it blooms and I want it.
I want its simple life
I want its changing ways
I want to bloom
Will I ever?
I'm sick of needing this rose
I'm sick of the thorns in my finger
And I try and try
Everyday I try
Don't touch it.
Try not to look.

I pass by the roses everyday
Everyday
Blood like tears
All I want is someone to see what I will be when I bloom.
And love me before and after

The roses are changing everyday
I wish I could do that.
Maybe then
Someone might come along and think
I should pick her

But I cant stop what I do
Everyday I cant stop
Maybe one day I'll bloom
Maybe one day I'll be picked.