For them I'm a rose, only pretty and weak,
Determined, that a breeze would break me.
They don't know that I'm nothing but a freak,
That I'm red and bloody.

Ask those who tried breaking me but realised I'm full of thorns,
I'm not weak, I'm sharp and have a thirst for blood.
I would fight my own battles, I have sworn,
I would bring everyone on their knees, and enjoy a blood filled flood.

Every rose is a symbol of being pretty and Dangerous,
My beauty is a mirage, my thorns are reality.
For my pride as a rose is glorious,
That's the real clarity.

I'm dangerous, be careful,
Don't treat me as a weak nobody.
Otherwise, I'll leave u tearful,
I'm pretty and Dangerous for everybody.
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© Faariha