When you're fifteen
You're like a flower beginning to bloom
You don't choose where
Or what kind of flower

Some of you may have thorns
Dripping with malice and
Rage
Others will have sweet- smelling
Petals with the scent of
A dream

A flourishing garden you'll become
Full of love and success
Reaching towards the farthest
Star and the most exotic
Country

The storms of hate
The winds of anguish
The pouring rain of misery
Will test you but
You will remain strong
And beautiful like
A blooming flower

Weeds with their
Words like knives
And ice with its
Chilling hold
Consuming and taking
Over you

Plead and beg
But none will
Help you

Scream and cry
But none will
Hear you

You must refuse to
Be forgotten
Rise and shine with
The rainbow and
The sun

Colorful and bright
Sweet and young
Like
A blooming flower

Join the other flowers
In their fight
Against time and
Each other

You, a flower, are
Dainty to
The naked eye but
Inside you're
A warrior

Armed with only
The sharpness
Of your
Mind
And the uniqueness
Of your
Personality

Because there
Are none like
You
You are your own
Like a blooming
Flower