When we are born,

We are like white roses.

Pure and crisp.

Innocent and ignorant.

However, as we grow, we become tainted.

Stained by a million searing colors.

Our purity, ruined.

We each had potential to be anything.

Good.

Bad.

Happy.

Sad.

We all had the ability to fly.

Or fall trying.

Yet, as we grew our petals become tainted.

By the spilled blood of others.

The sins of our ancestors.

And the tears of the lost.

We lose the ability

to become anything.

And like a baby bird, still afraid to fly,

I watched as the whole world turned to me.

Anticipation gleaming in their eyes.

I was not born of bloodied roses.

I was born of love.

Compassion.

Innocence.

I was born a white rose.

I did not ask to be tainted.

To be stained.

To be ruined.

But my actions speak louder than my words.

I have guilt.

But I also have fear.

I am a coward.

I am selfish.

But I am who I am.

And I am a bloodied rose.

Perhaps I wasn't born that way,

But I was made into one.

And if you wanted to change that,

you should've done it when I was still pure.

-=+=-

I need a distraction from the guilt. Sorry about my angst.