A rose (a picture of me)

A new flower barely in bloom With tragic memories deeper than a flesh wound Been critisized ripped apart Remaining is a broken heart Petals ripped out leaves too So in place the thorns grew An unreal beauty till the petals unfold Then you see the real flower the story untold Wanting to express, an anxiety no one can feel Very slowly opening waiting for time to heal Don't rush the opening for if you do you will see It can never become what it was meant to be Opening a bit then closing not knowing what to do Doesn't want to relive the pain its been through Looking for somewhere safe and secure What most don't see is that its no more pure Its laws of trust abolished Its dignity demolished Its been utterly betrayed been left totally dismayed Looking for the answer to lifes unbearable game But hopefully so closed up it will not always remain This flower has secrets that no one knows And this delicate flower a picture of me is a rose NOTE: Um i haven't used punctuation Sorry