New poem
if this one seem to depressing to you don't read it

Black Rose
I'm just a black rose that can seem pretty to some
But to some people I just do more harm than good
The thorns on me is the parts of me that push and hurt some people
When I don't meant them to and the sides of me I don't like
In the end some just drop me but I gotten used to some and
I just try to move forward with yet more thorns on me
From the previous events that happened in my life before
I given up on some dreams because I feel that I may
Just end up hurting people so it easier to let them go
Even if it just means I'm surviving more than getting my dreams accomplished