Blooming,
The flower weeps
She isn't ready to be
Fully grown.

She is scared
Of the changes that
Will happen to her!

She will grow petals,
And how ugly she will
Look when she turns
Golden-brown and
Droops down and
Wears a frown and
Has no more crown and
Becomes so weak,
Fragile even.

Life goes on,
And this twisted road
Will have obstacles
That you must leap over.
We will have our ups,
We will have our downs,
But the only thing that matters
Is if we let everything out!

Just write!