to admire her beauty on a soft summer day.
Everyone comes to compare her,
to all of the other roses.
They all say she is better,
Though she does not think so,
And so she pushes back, trying to blend her vibrant petals in with the others.
Though she knows that she cannot hide for long
because her demise would be brought upon her.
And as she starts to blend in perfectly with the others,
Ignoring the calling for her to stand out,
She slowly starts to fade,
To die out as she looks sorrowfully at what she has become.
A copy of the others,
Just like them and not like what she could have become.
Everyone starts to slowly forget about the beauty of the rose,
The exuberance of what she once was ...
Seeing her now as only another flower
Lifeless as the world around her has made her become.
This loss of faith makes her slowly die,
Fade to nothingness
Like the memories of the onlookers,
Until she is gone, nothing more than wilted petals
and a dried stem.
Eventually
Like the faded rose
You, too, shall be forgotten ...
