I think of myself as a beautiful flower .
I am unique , I am special , I am different .
A lot of people will pick me up just because I am beautiful
But once they do , they don’t take care of me
They leave me in the street until my petals are no longer bright crimson and yellow
Until my leaves are withered and my thorns chopped off .
I need someone to water me when I am down
Fill me with sunshine , Love and Care .
If you don’t , I’ll die and beautiful things don’t die do they?
You are all Beautiful Flowers and shall be treated as such.