Shame

In a garden full of roses,

Whose stems were full of sharp thorns,

A sunflower grew among them.

That girl was a sunflower,

She didn’t need protection.

She didn’t need a thing.

Yet,

She was willing to sacrifice some petals, 

To be something she wasn’t.

In her eyes,

Everyone loved those roses,

And because she wasn’t a rose, she didn’t feel loved.

If that sunflower could make a wish,

I can’t help but wonder,

What would she wish?