Soft flowers
Hiding true colors
For fear the difference
Will cause them to be stepped on
And yet these flowers still get walked across
People just think, "It's just a flower"
That flower had passion
It held so many things
That your science class can't teach you
What would you think if flowers could cry
If they could love
Or not be so shy
Would you run away?
Or would you dispose of this flower
That needed love to stay

She stares into the crowd
Full of colors and life
Not saying a world
But she is beautiful
Glowing with emotion
Her mind stays holding all of the things
That might frighten "normal" people away

She is but another flower
To be pushed aside