Title: All things that bloom, sometimes feel like they are doomed.

      I try to find the beauty in everything,

Thinking, into a better thing the bad would start flourishing,

But sometimes, I feel sad for the beautiful things,

Wondering, how everyone can overlook their sufferings.

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     I wonder, if roses and violets ever feel lonely,

As if no one truly cares for their being,

As if it's surroundings think ripping it into pieces would be lovely,

And if no one would think of its torturous feelings.

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It's just a tiny, pretty thing among a myriad of others,

And as long as it is a pretty perfect thing,

They think it's perfectly fine if it's heart and soul gets ripped into tatters,

Just so some other so-called important being can feel important.

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      But sometimes, isn't it beautiful to think?

That these tiny pretty things, might have a conscience and a heart?

That even though sometimes they might know about their ultimate doom,

They still try their best to stand tall, and continue to bloom?

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   Maybe that's what they need,

For their fellow beings to appreciate their good deeds,

How their happy and alive soul makes the thorns seem invisible!

And just how, like every other living being, they sometimes feel miserable.

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It's both metaphorical and somewhat literal.

Remember my fellow beautiful beings, no matter how perfect someone might seem, they too have feelings, so try your best to treat people with kindness:)

P. S even the people you hate, they too feel sad sometimes:(